Movor

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 23:44:44 GMT

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.

updating from ground level for once - ain't that a nice change?

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 16:28:02 GMT

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.

transmitted from orbit

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:07:31 GMT

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?

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:36:14 GMT

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.~~

((OOC notice))

Wed, 21 May 2008 12:55:46 GMT

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. :)

Payback. It's... got nothing on Ro-tor.

Thu, 01 May 2008 14:25:48 GMT

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*~~

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 17:26:14 GMT

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...

Wanted: Brainssss

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:20:23 GMT

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...

((OOC: Out Of Character, Out Of Continuity))

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 21:43:28 GMT

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...

Ro-tor was going to burn out his vocaliser if he laughed any harder.

Movor looked up at him in exasperation. “Will you stop that?”

“I can’t,” the ‘copter-bot snickered honestly. But he managed to quiet down, shaking with contained laughter while his partner lifted his hand again.

The tiny lump of metal rolled across the floor. Ro-tor broke down again.

“What the slag are you making so much noise about?” Armorhide stood in the doorway, staring at them. Ro-tor was laughing too hard to answer him.

“OK, that’s plain weird.” Movor was giving the object a spooked look. “It shouldn’t keep doing that! There’s got to be something wrong with it.”

Armorhide strode in and scanned the little thing. He wasn’t enlightened. “It’s a lump of scrapmetal with numbers on the sides. What’s it supposed to do, bark?”

Movor scowled. “Look, every time you throw it, there chances of it landing with any particular side up are equal, right?”

“Right.”

“And even if they’re not, the odds’re pretty good for each side, right?”

“I guess so,” Armorhide said, staring at him and wondering if this was supposed to explain anything. “What’s your point?”

“Just watch.” The shuttle retrieved the die and tossed it again. And again. And again.

“Huh.” Armorhide eyed the results. “Maybe there is something wrong with it.”

“That doesn’t happen when I do it,” Ro-tor said gleefully. “Movor was trying it for twenty minutes.” He folded his arms, tilting his head in the very slight way that meant he was smirking. “You try.”

Armorhide shrugged, scooped it up and rolled. Twelve, three, seven, thirteen, three…

Movor cursed. Armorhide eyed the die and reached a conclusion. “Scourge ever challenges the Autobots to a board game, you’re not allowed to play.”

“Give the stupid thing back,” Movor growled. Armorhide tossed it at him. The shuttle caught it, fumbled with the tiny object and dropped it.

The top side read one. Movor groaned and covered his visor. Ro-tor sniggered.

Armorhide shook his head with an amused snort. “Just got one question. Why’n Megatron’s name were you screwing around with that anyway?”

“Don’t ask.”

Ro-tor informed him gleefully what Movor was supposed to be doing. Armorhide gave him a blank look, and decided he’d rather go have his sandbath than hear them try to explain.

After all, he thought, as he tramped off down the hall, what kind of idiot ran a spot check on numbered dice?

Disclaimer, as promised: Tom Stoppard made the primary joke long ago, and countless people have made at least one of the others. They’re there because they tied in nicely, that’s all.

Found something on the wall today...

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 18:35:15 GMT

Things Movor Is No Longer Allowed To Do In The Nexus

- Not allowed to pass Ro-tor off as Megatron’s five-year-old advisor, ‘as per the requirements of the Evil Overlord List’.

- Not allowed to bring a copy of said list to briefings for consultation purposes.

- Not allowed to bring any textbook to briefings for consultation purposes.

- Not allowed to make up a handbook of Decepticon regulations and bring it to briefings.

- Not allowed to swear allegiance to small grey kittens.

- Even if they promise to eat Sky-byte’s face.

- Not allowed to provoke the Bumblebees to see if they swarm as a ‘social experiment’.

- No, not even ‘for science’.

- Not allowed to adopt Bonecrusher.

- Even if he is a zombie.

- Especially if he is a zombie.

- Not allowed to claim allegiance to a powerful Sith lord named Darth Scourge.

- Not allowed to encourage other Decepticons to prod things with sharp metal objects.

- Not allowed to prod other Decepticons.

- Not allowed to get Ro-tor LOLed in any way, shape or form.

- Not allowed to get any of the Decepticons LOLed in any way.

- Not allowed to tell Covenant Engineers that Rollbar has a Meccano set in his subspace pocket.

- Not allowed to plant a Meccano set in Rollbar’s subspace pocket.

- Not allowed to drink before a launch when infiltrating NASA ‘to allay suspicion’.

- Not allowed to claim any couch as a strategic position.

- Even if there’s an Autobot on it.

- Not allowed to attempt to hit on any variant of the Enterprise.

- Not allowed to respond to the point that he wouldn’t know how to hit on the Enterprise with ‘so why don’t you do it’?

- Planting holly leaves under Scourge’s seats will not ‘make him feel more festive’.

- Not allowed to argue with humans less than ten years old about the correct usage of soap.

- Not allowed to recruit Sewercons, no matter how often we end up down there.

- We are neither sewage workers, nor on our way to a conference, no matter who asks.

- Not allowed to ransom Spychangers for coffee-milk.

- Not allowed to announce that the mighty Emperor Megatron is in need of a new groove.

- Not allowed to refer Megatron to Scourge for a definition of ‘groove’.

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.

[Written with Liedherz-mun]

Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:50:10 GMT

((Minor backstory: this follows a rather bizarre encounter in the Nexus between a couple of Commandos and a couch-former (yes, that's right) which had the smarts to make for the hills at the earliest opportunity. A short while later, having got some funny ideas into his head about the usefulness of such a creature, Movor went looking for it...))

Movor: *appears to be looking for something* *prodding couch*

Movor: Hey, Ro-tor, you got something sharp on you?

Ro-tor: *looks at arm, looks over shoulder* Since when don't I?

Movor: Just poke the fragging couch, willya?

Ro-tor: *pokes couches with a shuriken*

*couch goes fooooom! and hits him with LOL gas*

Movor: Oops.

Ro-tor: *stares at ceiling* Not again...

Movor: Oo

Ro-tor: *goes to push up the things around his visor... then finds he's wearing goggles* *oh, and...* What the slag?

Movor: That's just gross. *staring in horrified fascination*

Ro-tor: *looks himself over, mildly panicky*

Ro-tor: ...My armour feels loose. :o And my faceplate...

Movor: OK, OK, don't panic- hey, you're really short, you know that?

Ro-tor: *looks up at him* >BI

Movor: I mean, short for a human.

Ro-tor: >< I'm not talking, My voice sounds wrong.

Movor: Well, you can't use your radio now, so what do you think you're gonna do?

Ro-tor: ><!!!!

Movor: Talkin' in emotes isn't gonna solve anything!

Ro-tor: *stares up at Movor in a reproachful way that manages to combine 'you idiot' with 'this is all your fault'*

Movor: Hey, you're the one who was poking stuff again. *looks around, wondering what to do with him*

Ro-tor: *indignant sound: you told me to, moron!*

Movor: *groans* I suppose I've just gotta keep you out of the way til it wears off. *looks back down* You really are pretty gross though. And you look like something out of Digimon.

Ro-tor: *stiffens and pats arm, looking for blades* *ohslag where are they?*

Movor: *bends down and scoops him up* You look like a kid. Wonder why it turned you into one of those...

Ro-tor: *squeaks slightly, unfamiliar organs making funny noises* *feels his way around Movor's hands, getting to know the space he's in*

Movor: And you can't fly like last time.

*A pause, then Ro-tor yells and punches the shuttle's wrist* *this hurts*

Movor: *almost pitying* Yeah, you're screwed.

Ro-tor: *low hiss*

Movor: Fine, I'll find somewhere you can hide out for a while. There's lots of places around here. *heads for the area he lurked in during the gargoyle LOL* Just be glad you're not gonna have to explain it to Mega-Octane.

Ro-tor: *quietly* Or Scourge.

Movor: *shivers* Yeah. That's gonna be fun.

Ro-tor: *settles down, crouching and cradling his hand as the shuttle-former walks*

Movor: *cups his hands so his LOLed partner isn't so easily visible, holding him fairly close to his chest, but not so close he looks protective* *act casual, right? It could be anything he's got there. A datadisk, a drink, a bar of soap...*

Ro-tor: *softly* I'm going to kill you when this is over.

Movor: *quieter than he's ever spoken before* Like you'll get the chance?

Ro-tor: *looks up to reply, the cloth over his mouth slipping down a bit as he does* *reaches up in shock* What the->?

Movor: *peers down* Oh yeah, you have a mouth.

Ro-tor: What? *feeling at it*

Movor: You didn't notice before?

Ro-tor: *freaking* I wasn't thinking about it!

Movor: It is pretty weird. I guess you're gonna have to eat, too.

Ro-tor: *looks at him in shock*

Movor: Hey, I had to do it a couple of times.

Ro-tor: *weakly* I hate you. *flops back*

Movor: *pauses, then runs a finger over his tiny partner's head* *whispers* No, you don't.

Ro-tor: *sulks and is silent*

*And a short while later, in the Megastar...*

Mega-Octane: You did WHAT?

Movor: I... kindagothimLOLedagain. *cringes*

Mega-Octane: *looming, visor bright with rage, fists clenching* What did I tell you the last time?

Movor: But-

Mega-Octane: You weren't even supposed to be in there again!

Movor: *flinches back* No...

Mega-Octane: *holds self in check; he's not Scourge, though Scourge will be displeased enough* *growling* What kind was it this time?

Movor: *looks shifty; transmits images*

Mega-Octane: ... *silent for a long moment, then groans and covers his face with a hand*

Movor: *hurriedly* I don't know why he got that kid again, but at least he can talk a-and he hasn't gone nuts... exactly...

Mega-Octane: Exactly?

Movor: ...Well, he can't fly and he's gone squishy, and he's kind of freaking out a bit...

Mega-Octane: *sigh* Bring him here.

Movor: But if the Preds find out-!

Mega-Octane: *cold stare* I want to get a look at him. The Predacons will not be a problem.

Movor: *nod* *PINpoints out* *and is back a moment later with Ro-tor in his hands*

Movor: *sets his partner down on a table*

Ro-tor: *blinks up at his boss as he's inspected*

Mega-Octane: He really is a child...

Ro-tor: *stomach rumbles*

Mega-Octane: ...what.

Ro-tor: o_o *peers down at self*

Movor: Uhh, I think that's a kind of alarm that goes off when you're hungry.

Ro-tor: So how do I make it stop?

Movor: You just have to eat, I think.

Mega-Octane: *growls* Very well. Go and find him something. I have scans to run.

Movor: Yessir! *glances at Ro-tor and runs to look for a Predacon*

Armorhide: *finishing with his can of oil*

Liedherz: I'm getting bored! You don't like it vhen I'm bored!

Armorhide: I can't tell when you're bored. *looks up as Movor hurries past* What's with you?

Movor: I'm looking for some of that organic food. You know where we left any?

Armorhide: No. Why?

Movor: *shifts awkwardly and sends him an infoburst*

Liedherz: VHAT??

Armorhide: ...You slagging idiot. *Liedherz is released as he steps forward and belts Movor*

Movor: It was an accident!

Armorhide: It was you being stupid. *growls*

Liedherz: *fire on Movor's foot and a dive into the shadows*

Movor: *yelps and hops backwards* *realises she's gone and gives Armorhide a sullen look* So are you gonna help me or not?

Armorhide: *snort* Fine. Let's go get a Pred.

Mega-Octane: *establishes that his subordinate is more-or-less human, albeit in very good condition for one so small*

Movor: *comes back with assorted foodstuffs and puts them down*

Ro-tor: *chin on knees* *doubtful* What'm I supposed to do with that junk?

*sudden rat death in the walls*

Mega-Octane: Eat it before you shut down.

Ro-tor: But... how?

Movor: You just put bits in and chew on 'em, then swallow. You remember?

Ro-tor: Kinda...*eyes the food*

*sounds of arguing from the control room*

Ro-tor: *looks up warily* Megatron's not gonna be pleased.

Mega-Octane: No. *is going to be the one doing the talking* *waits*

Ro-tor: *sits up and tries to eat a bit of cheese* *freezes at the taste and nearly spits it out, then catches Mega-Octane's expression*

Ro-tor: *then nearly chokes as he doesn't quite manage the swallowing reflex, but gets it down anyway*

Movor: *relaxes*

Mega-Octane: *watches Ro-tor struggle through a few more mouthfuls, then turns away* I'm going to speak to Megatron. You will call me immediately if anything happens.

Megatron: *wonders if Liedherz's wing will come off if he pulls a bit harder*

Liedherz: *irritated as heck and growling curses at him as she clings to the arm of the chair.*

Mega-Octane: *doesn't blink as he comes in to this* Lord Megatron, sir.

Megatron: *looks up as the Decepticon kneels, but doesn't let go* What is it, Mega-Octane?

Mega-Octane: I'm afraid I have... bad news... to report, sir. *continues as Megatron frowns* One of our men has been... LOLed.

Megatron: Again?! *lets go, gripping the arms of his chair as he leans forward sharply* Who is it this time?

Liedherz: *flips wing and examines it* Ro-tor

Mega-Octane: *head snaps up to stare at her*

Megatron: Ro-tor? *looks down, frowning* How did you know that?

Liedherz: Movor told Armorhide vhile ve vere talking in the hall.

Mega-Octane: *visor narrows slightly* She's right. He won't be fit for duty until it wears off.

Megatron: *disgusted* Another shape-changing effect?

Mega-Octane: A... human, my lord.

Megatron: *blink* *disgusted* A human?

Mega-Octane: ...child.

Megatron: ...

Liedherz: *dismantling chair arm*

*again*

Megatron: *doesn't seem to notice for a while, staring at his underling* *abruptly snatches her up and tosses her towards Mega-Octane* You. You make yourself useful and assist them.

Liedherz: Vhat? *thuds into Mega-Octane and turns to 'glare'*

Mega-Octane: *does not express his opinion of this*

Megatron: You're an organic. Ro-tor is now an organic child. Who better to take care of him while my remaining Decepticons make up the work?

Liedherz: *ears back* I'm not a babysitter. *then pointedly as she remembers prying Armorhide out of a glue soaked dust bath* ...to children.

Megatron: Consider this a promotion from 'ratcatcher'.

Mega-Octane: We could just let him hide in the Nexus...

Liedherz: *thinks of where a dead rat is going to wind up. Laughs out loud and slips into a shadow on Mega-Octane's side*

Megatron: *hmphs and sits back* You may go, Mega-Octane.

Mega-Octane: *relaxing slightly, since she seems to have dodged the assignment* Yes, sir. *inclines his head and leaves*

Ro-tor: @_@

Liedherz: *sitting behind him in and listening to him*

Movor: What'd I tell you about talking in emoticons?

Ro-tor: Are you sure I was supposed to do that?

Movor: Yes, I told you, that's how humans eat.

Ro-tor: So why does it hurt now? BI

Liedherz: Vhat did you eat?

Ro-tor: *starts and looks at her oddly* Uhh... *she's really big now*

Movor: All he had was some cheese and that weird tinned ham stuff.

Liedherz: *ear perk* Tinned ham stuff?

Ro-tor: *passes the tin*

Liedherz: *sniff* Yuck.

Ro-tor: That's what I said.

Movor: That's what you said about everything. You've been saying that non-stop for the last hour.

Liedherz: *puts out a hand to see how big Ro-tor is now. He doesn't sound very big*

Ro-tor: *is kinda really short*

Liedherz: *ears back* How much cheese? Und vhat kind?

Ro-tor: I dunno, it just came in a wrapper. *finds it* What does cheddar mean?

Liedherz: *takes it and feels it and smells it* Slag

Movor: What?

Liedherz: That much greasy schwineflesh and that much sharp rich cheese vould make anyvone sick.

Ro-tor: ... Movor!

Movor: Hey, don't look at me, I got it off Darkscream!

Ro-tor: @_@

Liedherz: *into the shadows* *sounds of grief from the squirrel*

Ro-tor: *too bleh to giggle*

Movor: *blinks, then peers back down*

Darkscream: *having a bad day*

Movor: *picks Ro-tor up to get a better look at him* You don't look that-

Ro-tor: *sudden movement, ulp!* *throws up*

Movor: ...

Mega-Octane: *comes in and stares* What is that mess on your arm?

Movor: ...Ro-tor's lunch.

Ro-tor: *needs to wash plzkthx*

Mega-Octane: After all the time we spent getting it into him? >I

Movor: *puts Ro-tor down and shrugs* He got sick.

Ro-tor: *curls up miserably* Can I just get a bath and then you guys knock me out til it's over?

Mega-Octane: *moment to compose himself* Get him water, then take him back to the Nexus. He can refuel again later.

Liedherz: *steps out of the shadows shaking ice from her wings* *walks over and hops up onto the table again.* *ears back* Vhat happened?

Movor: He got sick.

Mega-Octane: *frowns* What are you doing here?

Liedherz: Vhat do you think I'm doing here, slag processor? *gently pulls the yucky shirt off Ro-tor*

Ro-tor: *yelps, punching and wriggling away as his 'armour' is removed*

Mega-Octane: *strides forward, tensing angrily* You're interfering again.

Movor: *tensed because both of them are*

Liedherz: *catches Ro-tor* I'm doing vhat Megatron told me to do.

Ro-tor: *stills, eyeing her* Megatron?

Mega-Octane: >I That'd be the first time.

Liedherz: Vell at this rate you're going to kill him.

Movor: *indignant* No we're not! We'll get him back to the Nexus and then nothing can hurt him.

Ro-tor: Yeah!

Liedherz: Vhere did he get LOLd?

Movor: ...He didn't get hurt by that.

Ro-tor: *gives him a 'says you' look*

Liedherz: *gently wipes him clean with the messed up shirt, then wraps her wings around him loosely. Warm, comfortable wings....* I'm doing as I vas told.

Ro-tor: *even paler than a sick kid should be* ...You just took off my armour.

Movor: ...Aaand what the slag was that?

Liedherz: Nien. Your shirt. I'll get you something else. *checking him over for more mess with gentle fingers* *ear frown* You're varm.

Ro-tor: Shirt? *shaking* *kept his gloves on, and doesn't like the thought they might come off too* Y-yeah. So what else is new?

Mega-Octane: *staring furiously, unmoving* *but she has Megatron's orders with her*

Liedherz: You aren't supposed to be that varm. *'looks' up* He needs a soft blanket, und some clean clothes.

Movor: And where d'you think we're gonna get those?

Ro-tor: *shivers, likes the warmth but isn't used to soft, and it unnerves him*

Liedherz: I don't care. But he needs them. Human children are fragile.

Mega-Octane: *silent orders to his team* *yes, now, Movor, no argument*

Movor: *glares at Liedherz and takes off out of the room*

Ro-tor: *tenses sharply as he leaves, watching him go unhappily, then relaxes slightly and looks up as Mega-Octane moves closer*

Liedherz: He's coming back. How does your stomach feel?

Ro-tor: Uh... lousy. *his expression is one of 'ewww, I have a stomach'*

Liedherz: Mega-Octane?

Mega-Octane: Yes?

Liedherz: Those clothes that ve haven't used to clean the computer vith yet. Vill you dampen vone vith vater und give it to me?

Mega-Octane: *complies, reluctantly*

Liedherz: *warms it in her hands and then uses it to wash Ro-tor's face and upper body.*

Ro-tor: *leans into the washing, marginally cheered by the cleaning, though he's awkward about who's doing it*

Liedherz: *finishes and perks ears* Did I get everything?

Ro-tor: *wraps arms around self, wincing at the feel* Th-think so.

Liedherz: *slips a small throwing star that she'd made out of her belt and offers it to him, wondering if the semi familiar thing will comfort him.*

Ro-tor: *takes it, turning it over and staring at it blankly* *but it's a weapon. That's good. He's a little less helpless.*

Liedherz: I'll get you a drink of vater. *lets him go and stands up to walk to the shadow*

Ro-tor: *yelps and shivers*

Mega-Octane: *silently lowers a hand to him*

Liedherz: *had paused, but now smiles to herself and goes for the water... then goes a little further and gets him some ginger ale, too.*

Ro-tor: *leans against Mega-Octane's fingers, pressing in for the warmth and the familiar feeling* *can't detect his boss so well, and that upsets him, but for now he just presses close and waits*

Liedherz: *back and holding a strawed drinking bottle up to Mega-Octane*

Mega-Octane: *blinks and passes it carefully to Ro-tor*

Ro-tor: *blinks at it* What do I do?

Liedherz: *holds up the bottle that she got for herself and demonstrates*

Ro-tor: *peers, then nods: he gets this* *tries drinking* *there is some spluttering*

Mega-Octane: *stares in concern*

Liedherz: *listening to make sure he's okay*

Ro-tor: What is this? *tastes better than his lunch, but he's not used to tasting anything like this*

Liedherz: Ginger ale. The fizz vill help your stomach.

Ro-tor: It's not helping my nose. *drinks again, more cautiously*

Liedherz: *sets the water bottle and a bottle of Tums down and then hunkers to 'watch' him, knowing that he'll feel better with Mega-Octane than with herself* *and sips from her own bottle*

Ro-tor: *drains the bottle, then lowers it, blinking* Hey, I... think that's better.

Liedherz: *very glad she didn't fill that bottle. The boy obviously has no idea of his capacity* *then she perks his ears as his tummy rumbles*

Ro-tor: *never has had any clue about that, in any form* *peers down oddly*

Mega-Octane: *sigh* Not again.

Ro-tor: ... *burps*

Mega-Octane: Oo

Liedherz: *ear twitch. Walks over to touch him and puts her ears back as she feels that he's still warm* Better still?

Ro-tor: Uhh, I think. I don't know what this body's supposed to feel like.

Liedherz: Nothing's supposed to hurt, und you're not supposed to feel too cold or too hot. If everything's vell then you shouldn't really notice anything from the body. *pretty much like his normal one*

Ro-tor: Huh. *rubs at his face* I've got a headache.

Liedherz: *nods, then mentally listens for Movor* -Vhere are you?-

Movor: //Just after scaring the living daylights out've a department store... and letting the living daylight in, if you know what I mean.//

Liedherz: -Hurry.- *it's not an order, only a request, and it's accompanied by a feeling of Ro-tor shivering when she'd held him.*

*It's possible that Movor's speed doubles around this point, but you'd never make him admit it.*

Mega-Octane: *watching her silently - not with active irritation now, just a cool, vague dislike*

Movor: *comes in a few minutes later, Rollbar in tow* *dumps a pile of blankets, pillows and assorted clothes down*

Ro-tor: *perks up as they come in and watches*

Liedherz: *listens to the items falling, then walks over and starts 'looking' at them, her ears twitching slightly as she feels the extra things.* *then she gathers up a couple of little shirts, two soft blankets, and a pair of pillows... and offers them to Mega-Octane along with the feel of a bed.*

Mega-Octane: *sets Ro-tor down and nudges him over* He can't sleep in my hand.

Ro-tor: *prods the stuff and take a pillow* What's this for?

Movor: I think you fight with it.

Liedherz: *holds in her snerk and gives Ro-tor the feel of how a bed goes. Comfy, soft, and warm*

Ro-tor: *bewildered* How can you sleep on something soft?

Rollbar: Maybe it has to do with the fact you're soft now?

Ro-tor: *gives him an unhappy look*

Liedherz: *gently fixes him up a nest, then picks up one of the little shirts and offers it, not knowing that there's a picture of a robot on it.*

Rollbar: *bursts out laughing*

Ro-tor: *blinks, then pulls it on awkwardly* *it's lousy armour, but it's better than nothing*

Mega-Octane: *folds his arms, watching*

Liedherz: *gently checks to make sure that the shirt is the right way forward, then drapes a blanket around his shoulders and takes a bottle of children's Tylanol from her belt* *carefully takes out two of the little purple tablets and offers them* Here, this vill make the fever go down.

Ro-tor: *takes the tablets and manages to eat them* *pulls on the blanket, reminded of his rotors*

Mega-Octane: Fever?

Movor: Uh-oh...

Liedherz: It's vhy he's varm. *gently lifts him into the nest*

Ro-tor: *hunkers down, still not sure about this*

Mega-Octane: He's sick.

Movor: *cringes from the looks he gets*

Liedherz: It could just be stress. He is very young.

Ro-tor: No I'm not!

Mega-Octane: *blinks at him* I... see.

Rollbar: *shakes his head, smiling slightly*

Liedherz: Your body is. You can't be more than five years old, und it takes a human sixteen years to grow up.

Ro-tor: *heard a little about this childhood thing before* :o

Movor: Funny thing is, that kinda' makes you older...

Ro-tor: >_<

Movor: Don't do that. It's starting to creep me out.

Liedherz: Vhat's he doing? *ears perked toward Movor*

Movor: Talkin' in... never mind. *for he is getting an odd look from Rollbar as well*

Liedherz: *shakes head at them* *then puts gentle hand on Ro-tor* Try to get some sleep.

Ro-tor: *huddles down* Right... *is kind of sleepy...* *yawns* *then looks stunned about it*

Movor: It's OK, that happens normally.

Liedherz: *yawns too* *blink blink* *then gently runs a hand over the transformed coptor bot to see how he's resting*

Ro-tor: *burrowed to the bottom of the pile so he's got something firm beneath him, curled up tightly*

Rollbar: *strolls back out, leavng Movor hovering warily and Mega-Octane frowning down at the table*

Liedherz: *sets the water bottle where the little guy can see it if he wants it, then folds her wings around herself and perks her ears at Mega-Octane*

Mega-Octane: *gaze flicks from his sleeping subordinate to her* *gives a soft hmph and goes to work at a console*

Movor: *leans against a wall, watching uncomfortably*

Liedherz: *mentally calculates where Ro-tor is on the table* -Movor?-

Movor: //Yeah?//

Liedherz: *listens to Ro-tor's unhappy murmurs* -Come here und rest your hand near him. He's having bad dreams.-

Movor: *hisses and strides over, then sits on the table next to them*

Liedherz: -This first little vhile vill be the hardest. He's had a shock, und human children can take those hard. Hopefully he'll be better soon.-

Movor: *curls his hand around his partner, rubbing his thumb along Ro-tor's back* //He's not human. I know he's got the body, but he's still a 'con. He'll be fine.//

Liedherz: *distracted from replying as she listens to Ro-tor, hearing his heart and inner workings as well as his breathing and what he might say.*

Ro-tor: *sounds steady at Movor's touch, not exactly relaxing but definitely finding a pattern* *if he murmurs, it's not in any human speech*

Liedherz: *nodding and twitching her ears in a slight smile, then settling down to listen to what's going on around her.*

Mega-Octane: *paying attention, despite his work*

Movor: *continues rubbing Ro-tor's back, visor dimmed somewhat*

*They're not worried: aggrieved, irritated, guilty, thoughtful... but not afraid.*

Liedherz: *is content with that, though not being able to hear Ro-tor's thoughts is a slight worry.*

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 23:16:50 GMT

Kickback, you've got a slagload of explaining to do.

(Note to self: get a bug zapper.)

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 13:01:02 GMT

Y'know, most of the time, this job is great. But I think I've figured out the downside to being stuck up here.

Your partner can go along with something pathetic to go somewhere ridiculous and get caught in the dumbest situation ever, and you won't be around to point out how slagging stupid the whole thing is.

We don't even have glitchy leech-things in our universe, and he got in a fight with them.

~~Edit: Like you wouldn't have come anyway?~~

Oh yeah. You can't punch him for sticking his nose into your entries, either.

[RP post, locked to Liedherz-mun]

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 19:08:41 GMT

Last time, on... This Show...

They're in the shadow-place that Ro-tor doesn't really understand.

There are monsters approaching that he doesn't know anything about.

He doesn't want to know what the commanders are going to say about this.

But he does know this: it's still all Optimus Prime's fault.

Some update, 'cause I'm bored

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 11:16:00 GMT

-The frag-brained alternates lost all their energy to Slapper! ~~Rollbar hardly had to do anything!~~ Hah! There's no way they're ever gonna be taken seriously again! I mean, not that they were, but... it's still the funniest thing since Sideburn ran off a cliff.

-The only 'Con in that universe who seemed to have the right idea (glitchy idiot kid, but still a Decepticon)? Yeah, turns out she's worse than the rest of 'em. Slagging traitorous Autobot-lover...

-On the bright side, it looks like she's dead. That's one problem solved before we had to start caring about it.

Also: memo to self: just because it's not in the Nexus doesn't mean it's a good idea to drink it. Even if Ro-tor's sniggering at you.

In which our heroes answer one of the most pressing questions of our time...

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 09:38:21 GMT

"Why're there so many kid Autobots in the Nexus?" Movor wondered, looking across the lake. He was sitting on the bank and had been for about fve minutes.

Ro-tor had been sneaking up to push him in, but answering the question was more fun. So he crouched beside his partner and sniggered. "Because when Sky-byte said 'Megatron's having kittens', it really was just a figure of speech."

Movor laughed. Ro-tor listened for a second, pleased, then pushed him in anyway.

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 16:25:09 GMT

- Talked to the others again. Mega-Octane's not happy. Not that anyone is: I mean, there's all the usual problems with Autobots and missions and then the rest on top of that...

- The situation with Towby sucks, we're all agreed on that. There's just nothing we can do about it.

- The Nexus has too many Bumblebees.

- Still not sure what to do about the Matrix problem.

- What. The. Slag?

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 10:19:15 GMT

He wouldn't be here, but the problem's been nagging at him.

"Define 'corruption'."

((Posted in the wrong place, but I'm going to run with it and say it takes place in a random patch of Nexus if anyone wants to respond. Movor's skills of navigation fail for once ~~again~~. It can be hard to see where you're going when you're busy sulking.))

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 15:46:42 GMT

One total fiasco later, and I still can't tell exactly when we lost.

We're still working out how badly, too.

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:30:11 GMT

Click here.
Take the quiz.
Post your results.

1) Is violet_cure an emo? Weellll, she does cry a lot...
2) Would you ever date voice_of_ruin ? …What?
3) What would insect_kickback do differently in your shoes? He'd eat 'em.
4) What is alterrainterror 's favorite food? Energy, same as the rest of us.
5) What would you do if jetlingsofscary died? Step 1: Find out how. Step 2: stop it happening again. Step 3: Kill a Spychanger.
6) What rank would violet_cure have in a giant robot army? Which one? In ours, she'd get no rank.
7) Does voice_of_ruin have a crush on violet_cure ? No. I'm pretty sure about that.
8) Does voice_of_ruin go to your school? Yyyes.
9) Do you have a crush on shadowofaprime ? I don't think so.
10) What languages does insect_kickback speak? Cybertronian and English?
11) What would shadowofaprime give towby for his/her birthday? A job.
12) Do you think voice_of_ruin is hot? ...Stop asking me that.
13) What do you agree with voice_of_ruin about? Pretty much everything.
14) What would you do if you found out shadowofaprime has a crush on you? Ask him to stop hitting me.
15) What word best describes shadowofaprime ? Dangerous. XD
16) What flavor of jello would shadowofaprime be? Evil.
17) Do insect_kickback and alterrainterror go to the same school? Nope.
18) Does jetlingsofscary have a big secret? ...Secret, hello? How would I know?
19) If violet_cure and insect_kickback were spliced together, what would be its name? Fuzzbug
20) Would violet_cure and shadowofaprime look good together? ... If anyone needs me, I'll be over in the corner. Putting my processor back together.
21) What is shadowofaprime 's biggest flaw? ...Oh no. No way I'm answering that. (That slagging temper of his.)
22) What comic book character would violet_cure be? Umm, Batgirl?
23) What is shadowofaprime 's favorite game? Pin the Missile on the Optimus.
24) Is alterrainterror athletic? Oh yeah!
25) Would you make out with voice_of_ruin ? …Maybe.
26) Is alterrainterror a nerd? No.
27) If insect_kickback took over the world, who would suffer? Sane people.
28) Does voice_of_ruin have a dog? Bruticus count? *smirk*
29) Is voice_of_ruin 1337? Hell yeah!
30) Have you flirted with violet_cure ? I better not have.
31) insect_kickback 's eye color? Red.
32) Are towby and violet_cure going steady? No. I think.
33) If alterrainterror took over the world, who would be happy? Me! And everyone back at base!
34) Are violet_cure and alterrainterror going out? I don't know. Has Armorhide tried to kill her lately?
35) What color should towby dye their hair? She shouldn't have any in the first place.
36) What is towby 's favorite color? Blue?
37) How tall is shadowofaprime ? Taller'n me and shorter than Mega-Octane.
38) Does voice_of_ruin know violet_cure ? Only secondhand.
39) If jetlingsofscary had a superpower, what would it be? Fireballs or weather control.
40) Does jetlingsofscary smoke? Unless they're on fire, no.
41) What is violet_cure allergic to? *shrug*
42) How would insect_kickback conquer the world? Eat everyone else's weapons.
43) Would voice_of_ruin go out with towby ? Couldn't really say.
44) Which of your friends should voice_of_ruin go out with? Scourge. I didn't say that.
45) How long would towby dating violet_cure last? Until the next stage of the plan.

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 19:00:10 GMT

Now that is what I call a good day's work! 'Course, the Nexus people are probably gonna be pissed, so...

Anyone for popcorn?

Wed, 05 Sep 2007 18:54:49 GMT

OK, I haven't even got the hang of this recipe, and Mega-Octane's already plying the boss with another plan. Yeesh.

And I have to wonder: can chibis get fat?

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Wed, 25 Jul 2007 06:13:24 GMT

Y’know, sometimes I don’t know whether to love the Nexus or hate it.

Take this week, for example. I don’t remember when things were last this screwed up. On the one hand, a Megatron showed up (Rollbar found him) and so did a bunch of little jet-guys who’re pretty cool, as G1-types go – in fact, they’re almost normal by our standards, barring the whole ‘hatched from eggs’ thing. And one of ‘em said that one of his parents was their Megatron, and that was great.

And then on the other hand, Towby’s Megatron went and died, and Ro-tor’s turned chibi, and ‘cause of that I’m going to be stuck up here for the next month or more.

Now, Ro-tor we can handle, ‘cause he’s not the really hyper kind of chibi (thank Primus), mostly he just spends his time trying to fly and if nothing else, he’n Towby can keep each other company now she’s moved in.

The deal with Towby… I don’t really know how to handle that. It’s all right in the base or with the others around, but boy does she give off some creepy vibes. And from what she said, there’s been something funny going on with her ‘Cons for a while. That’s got us a bit edgy, too…

But it wasn’t our Megs, and we knew the others were weird anyway, so maybe it’s not that surprising. Maybe.

As for the last bit, weeelll… nothing I can do about that. What the boss says, goes.

…But if I wind up a spacecase from being up here too long, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

((OOC for the memes!))

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 21:56:20 GMT

((Ganked from Cureall's mun, because wholesale theft is in keeping with Movor-policy. And because it's fun. XD

MEME ONE
Comment and I shall:
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Associate you with a character/pairing.
6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

MEME TWO
Ask me about my fic/RP- something I wrote, character, plotline, even a really short commentary- and I'll give you an explanation, snippet, or something. Kind of like a dvd commentary, but shorter and faster.))

Staff meeting on the roof in five!

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 22:35:03 GMT

The Nexus is full of confusing people - mostly Autobots, go figure - and it's kinda depressing that none of the Decepticons are right, and we've gotta compare notes later. With any luck, we'll be able to work out what the rest of the universe is going on about. Things always make more sense when the others are around. Besides, hanging out with the others is almost as much fun as winning a battle.

And then of course Ruination is... well. I'm not gonna start on that.

Movor

*updating from ground level for once - ain't that a nice change?*

*transmitted from orbit*

((OOC notice))

Payback. It's... got nothing on Ro-tor.

Wanted: Brainssss

((OOC: Out Of Character, Out Of Continuity))

Found something on the wall today...

[Written with Liedherz-mun]

[RP post, locked to Liedherz-mun]

Some update, 'cause I'm bored

In which our heroes answer one of the most pressing questions of our time...

*transmitted from orbit*

((OOC for the memes!))

Staff meeting on the roof in five!

updating from ground level for once - ain't that a nice change?

transmitted from orbit

transmitted from orbit