36th Scream [video]
[Starscream's sitting at a desk in his apartment, dressed pretty simply - jeans and a t-shirt, pretty much. He looks better than he did earlier (for those who encountered him over the weekend), but he's still pale and looks like he's lost some weight. Which for someone who's already as thin as Starscream is doesn't look good in the least]
[When he speaks, his voice is hoarse - again, better than it was, but it's still clear that he's having a bit of trouble. No doubt from all the damn shouting he was doing last week. Interestingly, this has the effect of making him easier to listen to! Apparently, when his vocal chords are shot, they make him less screechy.]
Citizens of the city, I.
[He screws up his face a bit]
I -
[Grumblemumf. Rubs his face a little.]
... Firstly, I would like to - hnn.
I was not precisely in control of my actions over the course of the past week. I have been reading that the rest of you were not either, and, therefore, I am going to.
...
I am trying to say that I'm.
[looks up at the ceiling, then off-camera, basically, everywhere but the lens, before finally managing it]
I apologize for my actions this week.
[People with lie-detecting powers, who can read his thoughts from over there, or who just know him that well - how strange. He actually means it. Granted, he's more sorry because of the cost to him personally that his stupidity has garnered, but hey! Baby steps.]
They were unwise, poorly thought out, and generally uncalled for. [MAN IT HURTS TO SAY.]
I would also like to clear up a misconception. [deep breath] I was not, in fact, dead over the past three days. The powered armor I was wearing on Thursday is designed to survive high altitude conditions and is, therefore, pressurized, heated, and harbors its own oxygen supply. I was hurt - rather badly, I might add - but I was not dead, despite any insinuations to the contrary. My sudden disappearance was the result of being sequestered and locked away by an acquaintance of mine until everything ended; allegations of my demise were perpetrated by other acquaintances in order to... ... honestly, what were you all thinking? Trying to protect me? Tch.
In conclusion... hmph. There you are. I apologize. [Grumpyfais forever. Reaches over and turns off the video function]
[Private // Encrypted to the Decepticon filter // Text]
Decepticons. I hope that you have all regained your sanity. We have pressing matters at hand.
My... unfortunate actions have caused us some... problems. Public relations problems. As such, I suggest that for the most part we lay low for the time being. Try to get ourselves back in the "good graces" of the populace. I have noticed that it is far easier to further our agendas when they think we are not a threat. Suggestions on how we may do this are welcome.
In other news, there is a problem of a traitor we should take care of - one which becomes more pressing in the light of these recent problems. My brother, Thundercracker, remains at large, and while I have been careful to keep him from knowing our deeper secrets, he is still a threat. Worse yet, Blackarachnia does know some of our deeper secrets, as she was my second in command for some time before the rest of you arrived. Soundwave, when you are recovered from your current bout of sulking, I would like you to see if you can track them down. Perhaps we can pin that little bank heist of yours from a few months back on them as well... have the law take care of him.
Indeed, perhaps we can use him to get ourselves back in the good graces of the public eye. "Solve" a crime from months ago, deal with a pair of known traitors... many cyberbats, one shot, as the saying goes.
Fliers? I haven't forgotten the air commander thing. I've just. Been. Preoccupied. As you might have noticed.
*EDIT*
Ah. The being responsible for our... behavior this week is the creature known as Desire. Sadly, I... believe there's nothing we can do to punish it, much as I'd like to.
Then again...
[[ooc: andy, if any of that isn't ok, lemmie know?]]
[[Private to employees of StarWave INC and Decepticons]]
StarWave has suffered some serious losses. I'm down one marketing director, PR manager, and accountant thanks to Swindle being ported out; and then some idiot blew up one of our warehouses this week, which has put us back a few million dollars. Primus I'm glad I took out an insurance policy on that, but even so. I need ideas on how to get us some of that money back. Anyone that you lot would think would make a good marketing director?
[[These are not in the comm, but rather advertisements in various newspapers and online job agencies like CraigList]]
StarWave INC, an up and coming private tech company, is hiring! We have the following positions open:
Marketing Director
Accounting Manager
We're also always looking for bright minds in the fields of Engineering, Computer Science, particularly those with a background in robotics. Please visit our website for more information, or call [number]
[[ooc: Replies will be slow as I have homework to do + a huge number of old tags to take care of.]]
[When he speaks, his voice is hoarse - again, better than it was, but it's still clear that he's having a bit of trouble. No doubt from all the damn shouting he was doing last week. Interestingly, this has the effect of making him easier to listen to! Apparently, when his vocal chords are shot, they make him less screechy.]
Citizens of the city, I.
[He screws up his face a bit]
I -
[Grumblemumf. Rubs his face a little.]
... Firstly, I would like to - hnn.
I was not precisely in control of my actions over the course of the past week. I have been reading that the rest of you were not either, and, therefore, I am going to.
...
I am trying to say that I'm.
[looks up at the ceiling, then off-camera, basically, everywhere but the lens, before finally managing it]
I apologize for my actions this week.
[People with lie-detecting powers, who can read his thoughts from over there, or who just know him that well - how strange. He actually means it. Granted, he's more sorry because of the cost to him personally that his stupidity has garnered, but hey! Baby steps.]
They were unwise, poorly thought out, and generally uncalled for. [MAN IT HURTS TO SAY.]
I would also like to clear up a misconception. [deep breath] I was not, in fact, dead over the past three days. The powered armor I was wearing on Thursday is designed to survive high altitude conditions and is, therefore, pressurized, heated, and harbors its own oxygen supply. I was hurt - rather badly, I might add - but I was not dead, despite any insinuations to the contrary. My sudden disappearance was the result of being sequestered and locked away by an acquaintance of mine until everything ended; allegations of my demise were perpetrated by other acquaintances in order to... ... honestly, what were you all thinking? Trying to protect me? Tch.
In conclusion... hmph. There you are. I apologize. [Grumpyfais forever. Reaches over and turns off the video function]
[Private // Encrypted to the Decepticon filter // Text]
Decepticons. I hope that you have all regained your sanity. We have pressing matters at hand.
My... unfortunate actions have caused us some... problems. Public relations problems. As such, I suggest that for the most part we lay low for the time being. Try to get ourselves back in the "good graces" of the populace. I have noticed that it is far easier to further our agendas when they think we are not a threat. Suggestions on how we may do this are welcome.
In other news, there is a problem of a traitor we should take care of - one which becomes more pressing in the light of these recent problems. My brother, Thundercracker, remains at large, and while I have been careful to keep him from knowing our deeper secrets, he is still a threat. Worse yet, Blackarachnia does know some of our deeper secrets, as she was my second in command for some time before the rest of you arrived. Soundwave, when you are recovered from your current bout of sulking, I would like you to see if you can track them down. Perhaps we can pin that little bank heist of yours from a few months back on them as well... have the law take care of him.
Indeed, perhaps we can use him to get ourselves back in the good graces of the public eye. "Solve" a crime from months ago, deal with a pair of known traitors... many cyberbats, one shot, as the saying goes.
Fliers? I haven't forgotten the air commander thing. I've just. Been. Preoccupied. As you might have noticed.
*EDIT*
Ah. The being responsible for our... behavior this week is the creature known as Desire. Sadly, I... believe there's nothing we can do to punish it, much as I'd like to.
Then again...
[[ooc: andy, if any of that isn't ok, lemmie know?]]
[[Private to employees of StarWave INC and Decepticons]]
StarWave has suffered some serious losses. I'm down one marketing director, PR manager, and accountant thanks to Swindle being ported out; and then some idiot blew up one of our warehouses this week, which has put us back a few million dollars. Primus I'm glad I took out an insurance policy on that, but even so. I need ideas on how to get us some of that money back. Anyone that you lot would think would make a good marketing director?
[[These are not in the comm, but rather advertisements in various newspapers and online job agencies like CraigList]]
StarWave INC, an up and coming private tech company, is hiring! We have the following positions open:
Marketing Director
Accounting Manager
We're also always looking for bright minds in the fields of Engineering, Computer Science, particularly those with a background in robotics. Please visit our website for more information, or call [number]
[[ooc: Replies will be slow as I have homework to do + a huge number of old tags to take care of.]]