So Armorhide actually came up with a new game. And it actually sounds like fun. There isn't even any work in it.

I don't know about the others, but I'm impressed. I'm gonna field test it later, once we work out the fine details.

Full report to follow.

Current Mood: chipper

I slagged a Sky Spy today. The stupid things are flying cameras: if you want to sneak up on them, you've gotta know how.

Turns out, I do. Don't ask me how. It's creepy, but I'm not dumb enough to complain about it.

And I think it's time I tried talking the others into catching Prowl again. We've got too many questions to just ignore them any more.

Current Mood: planning

 All right, so Rollbar had it right all along. Things are actually starting to work out. All the Autobots are up and running again, but that just means more targets for me.

Plus we're short a fleshy, I think. We didn't need her any more anyway. I'm sure Scourge and Mega-Octane have enough plans to last us a while. No-one's getting LOLed, we haven't got time to go playing in the Nexus, and apparently there's some real interesting info coming in from the doctor...

I guess Rollbar was right about us, too. We are getting better...

Look, the little optimist got lucky, OK?

Current Mood: working

 So Armorhide wanted to know why people don't just plug movies into a simulator and combine surround sound with surround vision.

I want to try it, but it's not like we've got anything to watch. And I don't think I'm allowed to program the simulator any more.

Current Mood: bored

My characters are on indefinite hiatus due to lack of internet access. With luck it won't last longer than a few weeks, but in the meantime this is why they won't be around.

Have fun, and I'll be looking forward to getting back and reading all that happens while I'm away. :)

Tags: ooc

Finally.

Things are back to normal.

*wince* Even if I, uh... I'm not sure I can move any more. *is out of a name*
 

Current Mood: relieved

Ro-tor: *has realised something*

Movor: So why'd you want me in vehicle mode, anyway? There's not a lot I can do this wa- hey, where're you going?

*Quick footsteps around him...*

Hatch: *clangs shut*

Movor: O_O! W-what...?

Ro-tor: *settles into the front of the shuttle* Hey, you really do have seats and stuff...

Movor: I'm not gonna start on how weird this is but what're you doing in there? *peculiar noises as Ro-tor fiddles experimentally*

Ro-tor: *thoughtful* Hmm... all right, let's go.

Movor: *blink* Where?

Ro-tor: Orbit, duh. *slumps back, eyeing the sky outside* I want to see what the view's like.

Movor: *appears on the screen to eye him* You think you can handle that? You're not a robot any more.

Ro-tor: *scowl* And you're not a human shuttle. Come on.

Movor: *powers up his engines* All right, all right, your mess if you're wrong... 

Current Mood: shocked

So, we have this pet zombie now.

He's not exactly a zombie, I know. He's still got a spark, he's just missing a brain (thanks a lot, Blackout). So once we replace his CPU, we should be able to program him back the way we want.

Except for one small problem. The Predacons' programming manual? Yeah, the last time anyone saw it, it was under Megatron's chair. Turns out 'under Megatron's chair' also happens to be where the base's Nexus portal is nesting.

So we're really hoping Megatron just put it down somewhere else and forgot about it, and it hasn't been sucked into the nether dimensions of the underworld or some slag like that.

I mean, it'd take us weeks to conquer 'em and find it...

Current Mood: optimistic

Because Movor doesn't write fanfic about himself. Yet.

Rating, like pretty much every fic I post, is... very low? I've never posted slash yet, and none of these guys swear in human.

Summary: Set within the Commandos' early months. Movor reckons there's something rotten in the local physics...

There's only one logical answer. Mega-Octane has a sense of humour.

I think I'm gonna stay safely in orbit for a while.

Current Mood: surprised