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[Oh hey, look, it's Wheeljack. And for once, he's not eating. Actually, he's sitting in his apartment, on the couch near the coffee table, working on...something. From the looks of it, it's an empty plastic bottle, some scraps of wire, batteries, and other knick knacks. In his teeth is a knife, probably taken from the kitchen, occasionally removing it as he needs it. What's even more strange is You can't be anywhere to be seen. Her usual spot of on his shoulder seems to be empty today.
He slowly starts piecing this mess together carefully, when a small whine is heard from under the couch.]
Do you HAVE to do this?
[With a roll of his eyes, he looks down at the ground, where You was obviously hiding underneath.]
I ain't sittin' around next time while you take all the heat. I want in on the action.
But a GRENADE? You know only I can hurt them!
[He pauses a minute, to look over his work again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He doesn't exactly pay You his full attention, but he doesn't ignore her either.]
It's a flash grenade. Doesn't do damage, but distracts. Figured you could use it. And next time, we'll be ready when anything attacks us.
You're going to hurt yourself.
You, I've done this for centuries. I know what I'm doin-
[And just then, the grenade seems to almost -spark-. Wheeljack, please don't blow the place up. Your roommates need to live SOMEWHERE.]
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He slowly starts piecing this mess together carefully, when a small whine is heard from under the couch.]
Do you HAVE to do this?
[With a roll of his eyes, he looks down at the ground, where You was obviously hiding underneath.]
I ain't sittin' around next time while you take all the heat. I want in on the action.
But a GRENADE? You know only I can hurt them!
[He pauses a minute, to look over his work again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He doesn't exactly pay You his full attention, but he doesn't ignore her either.]
It's a flash grenade. Doesn't do damage, but distracts. Figured you could use it. And next time, we'll be ready when anything attacks us.
You're going to hurt yourself.
You, I've done this for centuries. I know what I'm doin-
[And just then, the grenade seems to almost -spark-. Wheeljack, please don't blow the place up. Your roommates need to live SOMEWHERE.]
[On screen is a somewhat disgruntled, frowning Terra.] Again? Hey, uh. Has anyone else lost two new roommates? I think me and Mondo have some kinda repellent.
You're crazy. Are all of you humans this crazy?
Relax lizard I was just...venting a bit.
That's a really weird way to vent. You hurt yourself.
They're just scrapes.
[And Monodramon and Sam both finally notice that the D-Terminal that had been knocked off a bench in the park had been turned on. Nothing seems too out of place between them if you discount the slight redness and light bleeding of knuckles and the slight signs of someone not coping well with things in Sam's face. But that look is gone quickly as the usual cocky little smirk is back as he picks the terminal up.]
Ignoring the little misunderstanding there. How many of us are actually old enough to be legal adults here? Because it's hard to tell amidst the swarm of kiddies and makes it a bit awkward to buy beer without feeling like I'm possibly destroying innocents with such an act.
Relax lizard I was just...venting a bit.
That's a really weird way to vent. You hurt yourself.
They're just scrapes.
[And Monodramon and Sam both finally notice that the D-Terminal that had been knocked off a bench in the park had been turned on. Nothing seems too out of place between them if you discount the slight redness and light bleeding of knuckles and the slight signs of someone not coping well with things in Sam's face. But that look is gone quickly as the usual cocky little smirk is back as he picks the terminal up.]
Ignoring the little misunderstanding there. How many of us are actually old enough to be legal adults here? Because it's hard to tell amidst the swarm of kiddies and makes it a bit awkward to buy beer without feeling like I'm possibly destroying innocents with such an act.
[Little by little, Wheeljack was starting to get the hang of this 'human' thing. Wearing clothes was still a hassle that his Gazimon had to force him into everyday, but at least he was presentable in public now. And the biggest thing of all? Eating. Eating was a very good thing. The only downside was...you had to do it. Multiple times.
A day.
Not to mention that Wheeljack has...what most people would call a 'bottomless pit' of a stomach. So when it comes to eating time...the portions are big.
The D-Terminal clicks on, showing it's been dropped (again), bringing Wheeljack and You into view. They seem to be sitting on the sidewalk curb, the larger one holding a paper bag, probably from a near fast food place. You seems to have a burger in her hands, inspecting it.]
What do you mean I only get one?!
Sorry, You, the other six are for me. I bought em. I divide 'em up.
Hey! I thought this was 50/50! I deserve at least three!
[Wheeljack doesn't seem to be listening at this point, taking a burger out of the bag and munching it. Hellooo favourite food. Although his expression doesn't really change, watching people walk by as he continues to eat.]
Ugh, you're such an idiot.
Ya might wanna pick that thing up.
[He nods to the feed, to which Gazimon looks at it in surprise.]
Oh! Oops!
A day.
Not to mention that Wheeljack has...what most people would call a 'bottomless pit' of a stomach. So when it comes to eating time...the portions are big.
The D-Terminal clicks on, showing it's been dropped (again), bringing Wheeljack and You into view. They seem to be sitting on the sidewalk curb, the larger one holding a paper bag, probably from a near fast food place. You seems to have a burger in her hands, inspecting it.]
What do you mean I only get one?!
Sorry, You, the other six are for me. I bought em. I divide 'em up.
Hey! I thought this was 50/50! I deserve at least three!
[Wheeljack doesn't seem to be listening at this point, taking a burger out of the bag and munching it. Hellooo favourite food. Although his expression doesn't really change, watching people walk by as he continues to eat.]
Ugh, you're such an idiot.
Ya might wanna pick that thing up.
[He nods to the feed, to which Gazimon looks at it in surprise.]
Oh! Oops!
[Today's broadcast is brought to you by Shepard's D-Terminal... But she's not on the screen. Nor is Monodramon. Instead, it's shaky footage taken from eye level, and it very rapidly becomes apparent that it's battle footage. From Shepard's helmet.]
[Of the first 7 and a half minutes of this. (Spoilers for the end of Mass Effect 2! Those who don't want to watch all 7 minutes can get the gist from the first thirty seconds and a quick glance at 6:10.)]
[Why? Well. Shepard figured out how to transfer files from her helmet's eyepiece to her D-Terminal, and determined that clip dangerously classified and disturbing enough to flat up delete, rather than risk anyone stumbling upon it.]
[And Monodramon has just broadcast it to the entire network by mistake.]
[Of the first 7 and a half minutes of this. (Spoilers for the end of Mass Effect 2! Those who don't want to watch all 7 minutes can get the gist from the first thirty seconds and a quick glance at 6:10.)]
[Why? Well. Shepard figured out how to transfer files from her helmet's eyepiece to her D-Terminal, and determined that clip dangerously classified and disturbing enough to flat up delete, rather than risk anyone stumbling upon it.]
[And Monodramon has just broadcast it to the entire network by mistake.]
(ooc: dark red is Rodimus, black is Sam, blue is Monodramon)
[Why hello, Terminal!]
[Enjoying the sound of a fire alarm coming through your comms, today? No?]
[Well here it is. The video feed is almost completely obstructed by smoke. There’s a faint view of what looks like hints of a dorm’s living room, and the stink of something formerly edible burning. Of course, you must be wondering by now how this even got started without a kitchen. One word: Microwave.]
Woah! That - wasn’t supposed to happen!
[Microwave + Ramen + Robot suddenly in a human body, the recipe for disaster.] ( Read more... )
[Why hello, Terminal!]
[Enjoying the sound of a fire alarm coming through your comms, today? No?]
[Well here it is. The video feed is almost completely obstructed by smoke. There’s a faint view of what looks like hints of a dorm’s living room, and the stink of something formerly edible burning. Of course, you must be wondering by now how this even got started without a kitchen. One word: Microwave.]
Woah! That - wasn’t supposed to happen!
[Microwave + Ramen + Robot suddenly in a human body, the recipe for disaster.] ( Read more... )
