Closed, backdated, in-progress || It Is Delicious Cake; You Must Eat It
WHO: Starscream loltraitorlol, Soundwave allshock_notalk, Shockwave notsoloyal, GLaDOS out_of_beta
WHERE: ~pamp~le~mousse~, a classy, quirky little local coffeeshop
WHEN: Monday afternoon.
SUMMARY: Evil robot scientists do coffee and cake.
FORMAT: We are teal deer whores.
Notes: Post order is first come, first served. Will update as it goes.
Starscream was pleased.
It wasn't very often that someone new came to this city for whom he had respect, and it was always pleasant to find those from other worlds that he shared a bond with. John Cavil, for all his claims at being machine, still seemed too human in many ways, and besides which wanted to lead. This GLaDOS, as near as he could tell, wanted nothing more than to experiment as she pleased.
And that? That was just fine with Starscream.
He dumped sugar into his double espresso as he waited for the others to arrive. GLaDOS had expressed a strange interest in cake, and so he'd picked this place based on its reputation for delicious cakes. The coffee seemed good, too.
That gave him pause. He made a face - fleeting, but there, a look of disgust. He found himself thinking about food so often and that bothered him. It was a human thing. He wasn't human.
On the other hand, coffee was delicious.
He did hope this worked out. Despite now being up to six official Decepticons and one honorary one, he was still lacking troops. He doubted he could trust GLaDOS, but the more the merrier.
Well, not exactly merrier, but that was semantics.
WHERE: ~pamp~le~mousse~, a classy, quirky little local coffeeshop
WHEN: Monday afternoon.
SUMMARY: Evil robot scientists do coffee and cake.
FORMAT: We are teal deer whores.
Notes: Post order is first come, first served. Will update as it goes.
Starscream was pleased.
It wasn't very often that someone new came to this city for whom he had respect, and it was always pleasant to find those from other worlds that he shared a bond with. John Cavil, for all his claims at being machine, still seemed too human in many ways, and besides which wanted to lead. This GLaDOS, as near as he could tell, wanted nothing more than to experiment as she pleased.
And that? That was just fine with Starscream.
He dumped sugar into his double espresso as he waited for the others to arrive. GLaDOS had expressed a strange interest in cake, and so he'd picked this place based on its reputation for delicious cakes. The coffee seemed good, too.
That gave him pause. He made a face - fleeting, but there, a look of disgust. He found himself thinking about food so often and that bothered him. It was a human thing. He wasn't human.
On the other hand, coffee was delicious.
He did hope this worked out. Despite now being up to six official Decepticons and one honorary one, he was still lacking troops. He doubted he could trust GLaDOS, but the more the merrier.
Well, not exactly merrier, but that was semantics.