Managed 3 prompts in one here - 'that tickles,' 'secret compartment' and 'kittens!'ayngelcatMay 18 2012, 17:32:40 UTC
[Stars Metroplex, the Protectobots, Daniel and an OC kitten][Content advice - mild smut suggestion]
Metroplex squiggled and squirmed on the very large medslab which Grapple and designed in the desert. "There!" he said. "Right there. Just where you're ... oh heheee! Oh hahahah! Ooohhh HAHHHH!!!!!" metal scraped and screeched as the behemoth writhed and guffawed.
The four Protectobots, standing nearby, looked alarmed. Frowning, Hotspot started forward. But before he could get there, clanking noises sounded above the laughter, and First Aid emerged from the hole in the giant mech's abdomen.
"Got it!" he said, climbing out as the mirth died down amid Metroplex's exclamations of: "That's better! Hoho yeah. But hey! Felt good!"
First Aid looked at him sternly. "I'll have you know, Metroplex! You nearly squashed me!" He sniffed. But then his face softened and he looked around at the other members of his team. "Anyway, I'm sure you'd all like to see the cause of Metroplex's discomfort?"Metroplex sat up as the Protectobots crowded
( ... )
Scamper cornered First Aid in the supply closet. "The big guy wants a word," he whispered.
"Of course," First Aid replied. He set his box of capacitors neatly a shelf, and waited.
"I mean... not here." Scamper leaned back into the hallway, glancing this way and that. "Somewhere private."
"But we are somewhere private?" First Aid said. Where could be more private for a conversation with Metroplex than inside of Metroplex?
Scamper frowned. "Somewhere more private," he whispered. "The control room. Please, this is... sort of a personal issue. He doesn't want it on the security logs
( ... )
This time he was ready. Almost. The memory wasn't completely immersive. Metroplex held back from him the most alien data, the everyday experience of what it was to be a cityformer, and gave him the bare details. Octane's swagger as he approached one of the tertiary control panels; the insistent tingle of his energy field; his teasing, charismatic banter
( ... )
"Yes, you have to have a set of drones." gunmaxualMay 20 2012, 01:41:00 UTC
The file is so old it’s degraded, archives losing parts and pieces over the passing ages. Yet, still, Metroplex remembers.
"Yes, you have to have a set of drones," the mech in his memory said, ducking under a half-completed console.
Metroplex was younger, newer, and less aware of how duty always comes before self. "Why is it necessary? You are here. The other engineers are here, and when they are not, the builders are." He was never alone, and never lonely. His corridors rang with voices, and many hands worked on him every day.
The mech was older than him, and wiser, although his wisdom didn't make sense at the time. "Metroplex, we are a construction crew," he'd said, oddly gentle as he emerged from under the console to grab another tool. "Eventually, we will complete your construction. I know it doesn't feel like it right now with all of us crammed into your service ducts and stuffing information through your cortex, but there will come an orn when we pack up our things and move out
( ... )
2: "Yes, you have to have a set of drones." gunmaxualMay 20 2012, 01:41:39 UTC
It...hurt, to realize that. His body housed a seething community, a shell in which the organism lived and breathed in little bodies. It struck him so hard it skittered excess charge through him that his job wasn’t to keep that community trapped, but to shelter it. To enable it to continue growing, coming and going the way normal Cybertronians did. But Metroplex desperately, greedily watched them live and prepare to leave them, and thought, 'Don't go.'“So.” The mech heaved himself out of the console again, getting to his feet. “You need drones
( ... )
Earthquake readiness (or lack of)gunmaxualMay 21 2012, 02:07:47 UTC
“The ground…moves.” The disembodied voice sounded skeptical, but also a little squeamish. It reminded Chip Chase of telling his niece about how her uterus worked. She didn’t want to believe him, but all the evidence presented had led to a most distasteful conclusion. “Tremors are common to this planet
( ... )
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Metroplex squiggled and squirmed on the very large medslab which Grapple and designed in the desert. "There!" he said. "Right there. Just where you're ... oh heheee! Oh hahahah! Ooohhh HAHHHH!!!!!" metal scraped and screeched as the behemoth writhed and guffawed.
The four Protectobots, standing nearby, looked alarmed. Frowning, Hotspot started forward. But before he could get there, clanking noises sounded above the laughter, and First Aid emerged from the hole in the giant mech's abdomen.
"Got it!" he said, climbing out as the mirth died down amid Metroplex's exclamations of: "That's better! Hoho yeah. But hey! Felt good!"
First Aid looked at him sternly. "I'll have you know, Metroplex! You nearly squashed me!" He sniffed. But then his face softened and he looked around at the other members of his team. "Anyway, I'm sure you'd all like to see the cause of Metroplex's discomfort?"Metroplex sat up as the Protectobots crowded ( ... )
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Awwww, that was really cute <3
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"Of course," First Aid replied. He set his box of capacitors neatly a shelf, and waited.
"I mean... not here." Scamper leaned back into the hallway, glancing this way and that. "Somewhere private."
"But we are somewhere private?" First Aid said. Where could be more private for a conversation with Metroplex than inside of Metroplex?
Scamper frowned. "Somewhere more private," he whispered. "The control room. Please, this is... sort of a personal issue. He doesn't want it on the security logs ( ... )
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I love Metroplex' awkwardness. He's never met anyone like Octane before!
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"Yes, you have to have a set of drones," the mech in his memory said, ducking under a half-completed console.
Metroplex was younger, newer, and less aware of how duty always comes before self. "Why is it necessary? You are here. The other engineers are here, and when they are not, the builders are." He was never alone, and never lonely. His corridors rang with voices, and many hands worked on him every day.
The mech was older than him, and wiser, although his wisdom didn't make sense at the time. "Metroplex, we are a construction crew," he'd said, oddly gentle as he emerged from under the console to grab another tool. "Eventually, we will complete your construction. I know it doesn't feel like it right now with all of us crammed into your service ducts and stuffing information through your cortex, but there will come an orn when we pack up our things and move out ( ... )
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Thank you!
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And of course Chip is the one to have the awkward family discussions.
Every once in awhile I think about that super volcano and get ridiculously excited about it. +loves geology+ +lives in the shadow of Mt. Rainier+
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