[Who knows why this is happening. It doesn't even really make sense. Maybe there was a report of Soundwave making Decepticon fish. Yeah, that sounds good ( Read more... )

[You know what's on TV right now? A cooking show. About making pies. Yes, that's right. Pies. Fruit, cream, key lime... it's just a general pie show ( Read more... )

[Well. Since once again, it seems the local weather machines are on the fritz, the city is covered in heavy, heavy snow. There's no getting to work, supply stores... nothing ( Read more... )

[Nondescript Autobot quarters? Check. People-sized? Check. Nondescript furnishings and decor...

Not so much a check. There are Christmas colors everywhere. Lights, wreaths, stockings, and everything else in between. It's like Santa's village exploded all over the place. Snow is outside, and someone managed to coax a fire to life in the ( Read more... )

[This isn't exactly the place you'd expect to find robots. There's nothing but snow and fields for miles. Maybe a few clusters of scrawny, bent over trees here and there, hunched under the weight of the snow. Deep snow, too. Several feet deep - enough to where certain fleets of robots are likely stuck where they are until one of them can plow a ( Read more... )

[Again, this is the nondescript Autobot living quarters. And, here, within this sanctuary, there is suddenly a large, fancy television set. Or whatever the high-tech version is.

The weapons master is futzing with it, trying to put what looks like a futuristic DVD thing into it.

It appears to be defeating him soundly.]

[And once again, we find ourselves in the nondescript Autobot quarters. It's evening, and it's cold. The temperature has, unfortunately, not dissuaded a certain leggy 'Bot from investigating what appears to be a spontaneously appearing balcony. He has a blanket draped around him, and is staring up at a spray of ... shooting stars. Beautiful! ( Read more... )

[This is the nondescript headquarters of the super-human super-spies! There's all kinds of neat stuff. Like living quarters, offices full of awesome computers, labs, medical wards... gyms... rec rooms. All the usual stuff you find in big HQs like this.

Including people! All kinds of people! Who do you want to bother today?]

[ So this is a library.

Shush, we totally have a library now.

And in this library is a couch. And on this couch there is a Jazz. He had been reading something, but it appears he's dozed off. Very possibly because he had a long night the night before, for reasons that are likely best left to the imagination ( Read more... )

FREAKS:
The colloquial name for an emerging population of individuals with super-human abilities, or talents greater than the average vanilla human. It's much more prominent in males, and usually activates in the early teens. First time use of an ability causes the iris to turn blue--this change is permanent.

OVERTAXING, TALENT SHOCK, BACKLASH: ( ( Read more... )