Flame
Rookie
Causam ago dementia
Posts: 198
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Post by Flame on Dec 21, 2013 9:09:23 GMT -5
Flame is fine with being bad at trends; he doesn't have much use for them. He just doesn't like being compared with an Autobot. Especially not that Autobot.
He doesn't have much time for an internal debate on whether or not he should gauge the correctness of his behaviour by Needlenose's reactions – oh, Spinister is the ultimate judge, but nothing is good enough for Spinister – when Slugslinger is abruptly upon him, trying to pull him away from the relative safety of the fringes of the room into the thick of things.
"I-I-I couldn't," he stammers, only just digging in his feet to try and stay his forward motion without necessarily outright protesting the directives of an officer.
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Skywarp
Cadet
Tall, Dark, and Moody
Posts: 59
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Post by Skywarp on Dec 21, 2013 9:24:14 GMT -5
"I think the differences depend on what your Cybertron is like," Skywarp says, handing off the cube he filled for Duskwing. "Can't say what's different between them otherwise." Mostly for appearances, he sips his own drink, very judiciously, before pouring a little off into Wind Sheer's still empty cube. Wind Sheer blinks in confusion at this, since it seems more sensible to have just filled his from the dispenser. He peers carefully at Skywarp as the larger jet takes the cube, pinched rather delicately between thumb and middle finger, and lifts it for him to take.
"Thank you," Wind Sheer says very quietly. Skywarp acknowledges the gratitude with only a low sound, barely vocal.
"Your format isn't familiar," Skywarp continues to Duskwing as though there'd hardly been a pause in conversation, "and that's saying a lot since fliers are hardly uniform any more. I mean, we have that guy, Thr–" But he stops because there is another tiny robot talking. Interrupting, even. He looks down and gives Mistwind a curious, if vaguely disapproving, look, though the sense of a smile never quite leaves his face. He shifts his gaze from Mistwind to Duskwing slowly. "…Is this yours?" he asks the other jet. Wind Sheer hides his dismayed face in his drink, not quite cringing, and gives Mistwind a little bit of a wave. He'd simply hop down and say hello, but Skywarp hasn't given him leave to move about on his own.
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Wreckage
Major
One of the Quiet Ones
Posts: 554
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Post by Wreckage on Dec 21, 2013 10:18:35 GMT -5
OOC: Probably skippable unless addressed, etc.
Wreckage does not refuse the cube Skystrike foists upon him, but he makes no attempt to drink from it yet either and the sound he produces from his power plant is as discontented as anything.
"This is your fault," he grumbles. His mood. Others being inflicted on him in this mood. If only he could genuinely be annoyed with her. No, he saves that for Slugslinger. And possibly, he adds to himself as the music starts, Vortex. He fixes a glower on the helicopter that would fire lasers if looks could kill.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
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Post by Duskwing on Dec 21, 2013 11:12:18 GMT -5
At Skywarp's reply, Duskwing looks confused. His world is the normal one, from his point of view. Everyone else's is weird. "Uh... my Cybertron is just regular old Cybertron. We didn't slag ours the way some of dem others did," waving his hand vaguely at the rest of the room.
Duskwing does notice how Skywarp fuels his little guy--so, they must be partners, too. He wonders, briefly, what the other little guy does--is he a jet pack, or an add-on weapon, or what--
--when he is distracted by Mistwind. "Yeah, sure, kid." He takes the small cube and fills it, passing it back to Mistwind, almost absently, as Skywarp just asked him a question... and Duskwing isn't sure he likes the way Skywarp is looking at his little buddy.
"Mistwind's my partner," Duskwing says, almost belligerently. "You gotta problem wit' dat?"
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Post by Crankcase on Dec 21, 2013 12:18:01 GMT -5
There are a dozen or so reasons Crankcase can find to be at the mess hall that don't include the party. After all, why would he be at a party? He needed rations, it was on his way from bridge duty to his quarters, he came to investigate the music, he followed someone… not that there's a soul in the corridor. He can use any of these excuses over admitting that it's getting to him. His team is gone and he needs them. Life doesn't function the way it ought to without Hatchet, without Crowbar.
Crankcase is feeling the first awful pangs of loneliness and anything, even a silly party, to take the edge off the pain is welcome. Not that it's any easier for him to simply join in. He doesn't really know any of these Decepticons and they don't know him. Why should he even be welcome? He stops round the corner from the mess to weigh his options for the tenth time. He should just go to his quarters. Pick up another duty rotation. Do anything that doesn't require him to suffer this unsettled feeling in a room full of mostly strangers. What's one more solo hull patrol?
But he shifts his weight and the added bulk of that third spear in his back is suddenly like Crowbar smacking him over the head. Nevertheless, he's quiet about finally entering the mess, making no noise that can't be lost under the shrill music and the thrum of conversation, careful not to bump into anyone. It's more than a little too chaotic for his tastes already and he doesn't think he can stomach the cluster of 'Cons at the dispenser to get himself anything to drink. He just forces his knees to bend so he can sit instead, fingers knotted together on the tabletop in front of him. No disaster so far. That's a good sign, right?
Right. He can do this. Everything's fine. Just look calm and sit here until he feels like he can actually go get that drink. Play it cool.
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Slugslinger
Minor
And if it weren't for this blasted coin…
Posts: 388
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Post by Slugslinger on Dec 22, 2013 15:28:16 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly, nobody intervenes on Flame's behalf. Slugslinger's actually a little surprised that nobody wants to help him torment the pet ex-Autobot. Not even Vortex?
Ah well, and his grin turns several shades more wicked when he feels that little bit of resistance to his pull; more for him. And is Flame growing a spine? Maybe Slugslinger should report this bit of misbehaviour to the Mayhems.
"It's just a party," he reminds Flame as though the tank is no brighter than Sharkticon, rolling his eyes. "Calm down, wouldja? I mean the stuff's coming straight from the dispenser. I haven't even had a chance to spike it yet!" Only an idiot would admit to that out loud, right? He can imagine Duskwing saying something that dense and that works for him. Once he locks gazes with Flame, all wide-eyed and looking ready to bolt at the first opportunity, he flicks a quick glance in Needlenose's direction and the unmarred side of his mouth pulls into a mean smile. Slugslinger adds in a low, hissing tone meant only for his victim, "Now be a good boy or I'll have to tell." Louder, he says once he fetches a cube, "And don't worry if somebody glitches at you about it. You're under orders to relax!"
OOC: Whoops! Flame's posture and such mentioned with his player's permission. Didn't mean to leave that off! Also, skipping Mistwind because he's still on vacation?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Dec 22, 2013 15:41:33 GMT -5
OOC: Skippable!
Skystrike rumbles in answer to Wreckage, settling comfortably in her seat. Honestly, Wreckage, no one has even started with the terrible singing yet.
This almost reminded her of home in some ways. A big group of noisy bickering idiots and awful music.
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Post by Vortex/Valerie Wei-Li-Zhao on Dec 22, 2013 15:42:36 GMT -5
Vortex is busy making a face at Rook, Slugslinger! Well as much of a face as he could make. “I thought you wanted to get the party started, not put people to sleep!” he exclaims, cueing up more appropriate party music and starting up a mixer program. “That’s way better later in the party, after any brawling.”
He notices Wreckage’s glare and answers it with a beatific little ‘Who? Me?’ look. He is, after all, looking to start that brawl. Either that or he ends up drunkenly flirting with a chair later, but it was good to have your options open this early in the evening.
Also, Crankcase, you are not as inconspicuous as you want to be. “Hey buddy!” he waves at the be-dreaded mech. “Won’t ya get me a cube too?” Not that his was empty yet. He just needs to stock up.
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Mistwind
Major
Licensed flight addict, deepsea diving fan, mech-pilot rookie - Accepts food and play for services.
Posts: 531
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Post by Mistwind on Dec 23, 2013 20:17:51 GMT -5
If they’ll just move asi- wait. Duskwing takes his cube and fills it for him. All Mistwind can do is stare, frozen to the ground. His prediction was that they would scoot over so he could reach the dispenser, not that the air warrior would supply him. The jetpack transformer feels very uncomfortable with this turning around of the class system. Slugslinger meant it when he said formalities were off.
Because he’s looking up Mistwind catches Skywarp’s stare. His optics widen just a smidge in surprise before focusing meekly on the floor. Then the question booms over his head. This? This?! Is he hearing that correctly? His cooling systems pick up in surprise and blue optics peer from underneath the rim of his helmet. Skywarp is regarding him as an object. A thing? He focuses on the form of Wind Sheer up high, all sorts of questions forming in his mind. Much to Mistwind’s relief Duskwing deflects ownership of him. He hurries to take the cube and gush his sincere thanks for the act.
When was the last time someone objectified him- oh, back home. That’s a long while ago. Yes, Slugslinger said that this party was informal. Mistwind still straightens; feet aligned perfectly side-by-side, torso tilted just slightly in the faintest of bows. He acknowledges Wind Sheer’s wave with just a look; a bit busy presenting himself as something that at least appears to befit the term 'partner' to a seeker. Or at least 'well-trained and obedient.' He'd go for that.
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Rook
Minor
Avatar by Tai
Posts: 301
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Post by Rook on Dec 25, 2013 16:26:29 GMT -5
Rook cocks his head and raises one eyeridge as he return's Vortex's look. He maintains the pose for a moment before grinning slightly and weaving his way through the forest of legs towards Flame.
"Slugslinger, could I borrow Flame for a moment?" he calls up. "I have a bit of business to conduct."
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Swindle
Major
This space for rent.
Posts: 571
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Post by Swindle on Dec 25, 2013 16:32:39 GMT -5
"Never fear, good people, the life of the party has arrived," Swindle proclaims, striding in like he owns the place. He places his hands on his hips and looks around the room, grinning and nodding, before opening his drawer and digging in it. A moment later a faceted sphere with blinking lights comes out and gets tossed toward the ceiling. The room's lights dim as the sphere broadcasts a light show onto the walls.
"I see someone's already DJing," he says, sidling past Vortex, "so how about I tend bar?" He looks at the mess Slugslinger made of the energon dispenser, purses his lips, and begins digging in his drawer again.
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Frenzy
Minor
Emperor of Profaningshire
Fscking Bigjobs
Posts: 339
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Post by Frenzy on Dec 25, 2013 16:39:10 GMT -5
"BANZAI!"
There is a flash of silver, leap-falling from an air-vent, then Frenzy hits Crankcase in the head. The bigger Decepticon may barely feel it. Or maybe having four tiny hands in his dreads will be a larger concern.
Stuff done to Crankcase with player permission.
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Flame
Rookie
Causam ago dementia
Posts: 198
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Post by Flame on Dec 25, 2013 17:24:58 GMT -5
Slugslinger's suggestions are not helping in the slightest and Flame tries not to take that energon cube without looking like he's deliberately refusing it. Rook appearing from nowhere… doesn't really help, either. It just means Flame's life has turned into a tug of war between the air commander and the bizarre little Predacon. Flame turns a tired gaze on Rook; he's no saviour. Just another tormentor.
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Post by Needlenose on Dec 25, 2013 17:26:12 GMT -5
OOC: Keep me skippable.
One of Needlenose's antennae perks up. "So you can charge for the drinks?" he asks Swindle as the other volunteers himself for bartending. Then he takes another sip of his own and shrugs. "But then, I've already got my drink, so have at it," he waves absently. Then he shifts, optics flickering faintly as Frenzy suddenly appears.
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Skywarp
Cadet
Tall, Dark, and Moody
Posts: 59
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Post by Skywarp on Dec 25, 2013 18:45:52 GMT -5
Wind Sheer is more than a little surprised to find himself on the somewhat distant receiving end of a bow. Mistwind did bow at him, right? Nobody does that for a Minicon. He masks his surprise with his drink and stays where he is, safe, if isolated.
Skywarp's face falls slightly as Duskwing fails to adequately explain things. That is a poor explanation of what Duskwing considers "normal". And so, glossing over the matter of the little one – Mistwind, Duskwing called it, and what an Autobot thing to say, calling it his partner – Skywarp sighs patiently.
"Let's start with something smaller, then," Skywarp says in the way of someone accustomed to dealing with those much simpler than he even if he can't be all that charitable about it, "shall we?" He pauses for a moment and tries to remember one of the questions that came up most often among the robots who appeared back on the asteroid. They'd had to find common ground and lines of correlation somewhere. It was such a surprise to find the Wind Sheer he knew from his former station. "Do you have sparks or laser cores where you're from?" he asks, and he raises his voice to be sure he's heard over the racket Swindle and Slugslinger are putting up with their antics.
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