Poor Swoop
Swoop hunts down Megs to ask him for help, since the leader said he would. Bad Things will happen.
Swoop: -is hunting down Megs now, to talk to him about what he'll get Starscream; he knows he's horrible at encryption, doesn't even attempt anymore, and wants to make it a surprise~-
Megatron: *Is currently sitting in a cramped room near the (damaged) conference room. He's somehow managed to shove a small desk in there. The light is poor, there's barely enough room for himself, and there's a stack of work threatening to tip over any minute. All in all, he's busy.*
Swoop: -peeking his head in any room that's unlocked, humming (offkey) to himself-
Megatron: *Is totally oblivious to any noises. Utterly compelled by his work at the moment.*
Swoop: -finally finds the room Megs is in, and squeals happily- You Megatron say you help me Swoop?
Megatron: *JUMPS*
Megatron: *Datpads fall to the ground with a loud clatter as his knees hit the desk*
Swoop: D= Me Swoop sorry?
Swoop: Me Swoop should have commed you Megatron first.
Megatron: *The string of curses tapers off after a few moments, leaving the Commander staring at the Dinobot in confusion* ...help you? *frown* Why?
Megatron: *yes, he's forgotten for the moment*
Swoop: Pretty words! =)
Megatron: *Blink*
Megatron: ......
Megatron: Excuse me?
Swoop: You Megatron say you help me Swoop get present for him Starscream.
Swoop: So me Swoop can get pretty words!
Megatron: *Staaaare*
Megatron: ...oh.
Megatron: Oh!
Megatron: Yes! I did, didn't I!
Swoop: Me Swoop not know him Starscream very good. But you Megatron do! What you Megatron think he'd like?
Megatron: ....
Megatron: Hmmm... *Leans back in his chair, thinking*
Megatron: Something cute..and pink..
Swoop: =D -finds a place to perch-
Megatron: *Sort of laughs to himself, a snort, really* Something like this, I think?
Swoop: Ooooh, it cute!
Megatron: Oh! Even better! *bursts out laughing* This!
Swoop: =D
Swoop: You Megatron are nice to help me Swoop. ^__^
Megatron: *Nods absently* Of course, of course. It's not a problem!
Swoop: Me Swoop like the second one.
Megatron: ...the second one? That's a nice choice. I think he'd like that a lot.
Megatron: *thinks*
Megatron: Then again...you could always get him both... *smiiiiiles*
Swoop: Ooooh, you Megatron smart!
Megatron: Indeed. You could put the statue on top of the bus! *says this with marked enthusiasm.*
Swoop: =D Yes!
Megatron: *Folds his claws neatly on the desk. Anyone else seeing that smile would flee--fast.* Is it safe to assume you'll need help aquiring these items?
Swoop: Me Swoop not have human squishie creds. )=
Swoop: And me Swoop not like stealing. Stealing mean!
Megatron: *Nods again, ignorning the stealing part* I have plenty of credit, so no worries. In fact, a few phone calls and I could probably have everything ready for you in a day or two. Including pick-up!
Swoop: -squeals happily-
Megatron: I take that as a yes?
Megatron: *Megatron = Cheshire cat*
Swoop: -nods furiously-
Megatron: Very well. Give me a couple of days and once the items are here, I'll comm you.
Swoop: Yay! -flies over and /hugs/ Megs-
Megatron: O____________________o
Megatron: *STIFFENS*
Swoop: You Megatron nice! =D
Megatron: Au...uh...ah....okthatsniceyoucanletgonow! *pushingpushing*
Swoop: -lets go and flies out of the room, humming again- ^____^
Megatron: *blinks rapidly*
Megatron: *Then smirks slightly. Ok, so he got hugged. He can deal with that. A small price to pay for a few laughs at Starscream's expense.*
Chromia: ::Hey Blaster, it's Chromia. Let's talk your language.::
Blaster: ::Hey, sweetbot. Whatcha need from the Minista' of Music::
Chromia: ::What kind of music you got?::
Blaster: ::Dance, Trance, Techno, Mix::
Blaster: ::Classical, Mash-ups, Hard Rock::
Blaster: ::Whatever your heart desries::
Chromia: ::Ooooh. Awesome. What I've heard about you is true. :)::
Blaster: ::Aww, thanks hon. I've been in mah lab mosta t'time.::
Chromia: ::So you won't mind mixin' for us Friday night?::
Blaster: ::Honey, I live for it.::
Chromia: ::Sweet. So, I'll comm you when I have more details?::
Blaster: ::Of course, and if ya wanna just go over music- I got selections upon selections::
Chromia: ::Wanna talk music night, hon?::
Blaster: ::Sure, I'll have some mixes for ya.::
Blaster: ::Don' ever be afraid t'stop by. I don' bite.::
Chromia: ::I'll stop by tonight, then. :)::
Blaster: ::Score::
Blaster: ::And I've got some links up on my journal. Look 'em up. They're in the replies::
Chromia: ::Whoo! I'll go look now.::
Blaster: ::Y'want me to meetcha at some point?::
Chromia: ::Sure! Got a place in mind?::
Blaster: ::How about either the common room, or maybe the Mixing Room::
Chromia: ::Common room works. -happy chirp-::
Blaster: ::Indeed, you're Chromia- right::
Chromia: ::That's me! Blue femme.::
Blaster: ::Right, I haven't seen ya around, but I've seen your posts.::
Chromia: -grinning to herself, she tracks Firestar down via their bond, sneaking up behind her and snaking arms around her waist tightly-
Firestar: *coos at Chromia, the gun disappearing from her hand as she turns around to face the other femme.*
Chromia: -smirks against her neck- So, how's about that sparring match?
Firestar: *grins and playfully bites at her * So, ready to lose?
Chromia: In your /dreams/, hon. -pulls away from her, backing up a few steps and dropping into a slight crouch-
Firestar: *she gave her a cocky grin, hunkering down and beginning to circle her like a cat.*
Chromia: -narrows her optics playfully, watching Firestar closely and balancing on the balls of her feet-
Firestar: *circles....circles...circles....POUNCE!*
Chromia: -dodges to the right with a light laugh, reaching out her hand to thwap her in the small of her back-
Firestar: snakes a hand out even as she's dodged, grabbing hold of her wrist with a snicker *
Chromia: !! -isn't quick enough in pulling her hand back, but uses her grip to spin in and bite her shoulder; distraction FTW-
Firestar: *hmm, yes that was a distraction, but she still managed to keep her wits about her, sticking her foot out behind Chromia's and giving her a push, trying to knock her down *
Chromia: -aw, slag, it didn't work!- Going to have to put some effort into it, looks like. -smirks, keeping her balance and pivoting on the foot that Firestar pushed to sweep her other leg up against her side-
Firestar: *clings to Chromia, if she's going down, Chromia is too!* Course you gotta put effort into it, it's me!
Chromia: -does, indeed, go down with her, manuevering so that she ends up on top, attempting to grab her wrists-
Firestar: *wraps her legs around her and squeeeeezes *
Chromia: Hey! -squirms a bit, but manages to grab said wrists, and pins them against her chest-
Firestar: *still squeezing, lifts her head to nibble at the hands holding her wrists *
Chromia: -pulls them down to where her head can't reach, trying to wriggle out of her leglock-
Firestar: *leglock of DOOM is not letting go :-D *
Chromia: -....distraction time, it looks like; leans down and nips at part of her chest armor-
Firestar: *purrs at her, taking this opportunity to clamp her dentals onto Chromia's fuel lines in her neck. Yum.*
Chromia: -jerks, the grip on her wrists loosening a bit- !!
Firestar: *nom nom nom, on the fuel lines, teasing, yet firmly aggressive! *
Chromia: -No public interfacing rule? Slag that!- ...I hope you know what you're starting, love... -returns the favor!-
Firestar: *purrs at her.* Whatever are you talking about, lovely?
Chromia: -nipnip, runs a hand down along her side, right down a seam-
Firestar: *gives a little shudder, though her legs are still in a death lock. She reaches a hand up and traces little patterns on Chromia's chest armor.*
Chromia: -engine purrs, and she moves her head up slightly to bite at an audial with a little growl- Oh, you /know/ what I'm talking about.
Firestar: *groans at the bite, and her hands slid between seams, aiming for more sensitive wiring underneath the armor.* Maaaybe.
Chromia: -presses against her, kissing up her jawline and up to her mouth, digging fingers into her sides and squeezing a bundle of wires lightly-
Firestar: *engine rumbles happily at that, and she wiggles her hands against Chromia's grip.* Gonna let me go now?
Chromia: No...I don't think I will. -smirks, and nips at her lip roughly-
Firestar: *grins at that, purring still.*
Firestar: Oh, well that works for me, then...
Chromia: Good... -grins, wriggling her hand in further to stroke down one of the cables leading to her spark chamber-
Firestar: *squirms against her, fine, she's not freeing her wrists Chromia's not getting freed from the leglock!*
Chromia: -like she wants to be freed!- Love you. -kisses her /hard/, running her hand up to the casing itself and scraping fingers along it-
Firestar: Love you *body shudders at that, and she felt her armor sliding away to give her better access *
Chromia: -growls quietly, and leans down to give a sharp nip to her casing, freeing Firestar's wrists so she can run her other hand along tire treads-
Firestar: *yay! Victory! Her hands slid easily up Chromia's chest now, giving a little cry as her casing was nipped, my my that was a new sensation *
Chromia: -moans softly, biting it one more time before going back up to kiss her again-
Firestar: *rocks against her, man that was nice and new and yum! Her hands tighten their hold on her chest armor momentarily, then as she steadies herself she slides her hands between seams, trying to get at Chromia's casing.*
Chromia: -gladly opens her casing to give her access, squirming against her and deepening the kiss-
Firestar: *her hands cradle the casing, though she's somewhat distracted by Chromia's kiss. Fingers scrape along the edges of it teasingly, threatening to dip into the spark itself at any moment.*
Chromia: -shudders, growling, and she grinds her chest into Firestar's, fingers running along the inside curve of her wheelwell-
Firestar: *she's trembling in delight, one hand reaching up to sliiiiiide up and down the casing, gently, then both hands wrapped around it and squeezed, gently.*
Chromia: -jerks and lets out a moan, nipping at her throat and fuel line roughly-
Firestar: *grins at that, then releases the casing and pulls her close, grinding their chests together...*
Chromia: Mmmm... -growls and lets her spark reach out for the other's, pressing her down-
Firestar: *enjoys the pressure, and allows her spark to snag onto Chromia's a little hiss of delight escaping from her vocals.*
Chromia: -groans, her entire body shaking, and she sends a series of magnetic pulses into Firestar's chassis-
Firestar: *she gives a little cry at that, her back arching to push herself closer into the connection, hands clawing at Chromia's back.*
Chromia: -screeches, biting at her fuel line /hard/-
Firestar: *echoes that screech, squirming underneath her, hands still raking up and down her back as the overload throws her into a fit of passion.*
Chromia: -crushes the other against her with a whimper as she overloads herself, trembling-
Firestar: *she gives a final jerk against her, then goes limp with a sigh.* ....
Chromia: -slumps against her, nuzzling her neck with a silly grin on her face-
Firestar: *grins, throwing an arm around her neck with a smile.* So. A draw, then?
Chromia: Yep. A draw. We'll need to schedule a rematch for the future.
Firestar: *nods, face twisting into a smile * Oh, for sure!
Chromia: -snuggles against her with a light laugh- ...we should probably move off the floor...
Firestar: Mmmm....maybe...'spose so...
Chromia: Can't seem to convince myself /to/ move, though. Funny that.
Firestar: *giggles at that, nuzzling up against her neck.* Yeh...I feel the same...can't seem to actually want to get up...
Chromia: I wonder what the look on anybody's face would have been if they walked in on us. -grins-
Firestar: *snickers.* I dunno, but I bet it woulda been priceless.
Chromia: Mmm, to say the least.
Firestar: *grinning, attempting to get up but utterly failing *
Chromia: -not even trying to, content to just lay there with her-
Firestar: *is totally going to fall into recharge, right there on the floor *
Chromia: -aaaaand, drifts off-
Firestar: *ditto!*
Swoop: -is hunting down Megs now, to talk to him about what he'll get Starscream; he knows he's horrible at encryption, doesn't even attempt anymore, and wants to make it a surprise~-
Megatron: *Is currently sitting in a cramped room near the (damaged) conference room. He's somehow managed to shove a small desk in there. The light is poor, there's barely enough room for himself, and there's a stack of work threatening to tip over any minute. All in all, he's busy.*
Swoop: -peeking his head in any room that's unlocked, humming (offkey) to himself-
Megatron: *Is totally oblivious to any noises. Utterly compelled by his work at the moment.*
Swoop: -finally finds the room Megs is in, and squeals happily- You Megatron say you help me Swoop?
Megatron: *JUMPS*
Megatron: *Datpads fall to the ground with a loud clatter as his knees hit the desk*
Swoop: D= Me Swoop sorry?
Swoop: Me Swoop should have commed you Megatron first.
Megatron: *The string of curses tapers off after a few moments, leaving the Commander staring at the Dinobot in confusion* ...help you? *frown* Why?
Megatron: *yes, he's forgotten for the moment*
Swoop: Pretty words! =)
Megatron: *Blink*
Megatron: ......
Megatron: Excuse me?
Swoop: You Megatron say you help me Swoop get present for him Starscream.
Swoop: So me Swoop can get pretty words!
Megatron: *Staaaare*
Megatron: ...oh.
Megatron: Oh!
Megatron: Yes! I did, didn't I!
Swoop: Me Swoop not know him Starscream very good. But you Megatron do! What you Megatron think he'd like?
Megatron: ....
Megatron: Hmmm... *Leans back in his chair, thinking*
Megatron: Something cute..and pink..
Swoop: =D -finds a place to perch-
Megatron: *Sort of laughs to himself, a snort, really* Something like this, I think?
Swoop: Ooooh, it cute!
Megatron: Oh! Even better! *bursts out laughing* This!
Swoop: =D
Swoop: You Megatron are nice to help me Swoop. ^__^
Megatron: *Nods absently* Of course, of course. It's not a problem!
Swoop: Me Swoop like the second one.
Megatron: ...the second one? That's a nice choice. I think he'd like that a lot.
Megatron: *thinks*
Megatron: Then again...you could always get him both... *smiiiiiles*
Swoop: Ooooh, you Megatron smart!
Megatron: Indeed. You could put the statue on top of the bus! *says this with marked enthusiasm.*
Swoop: =D Yes!
Megatron: *Folds his claws neatly on the desk. Anyone else seeing that smile would flee--fast.* Is it safe to assume you'll need help aquiring these items?
Swoop: Me Swoop not have human squishie creds. )=
Swoop: And me Swoop not like stealing. Stealing mean!
Megatron: *Nods again, ignorning the stealing part* I have plenty of credit, so no worries. In fact, a few phone calls and I could probably have everything ready for you in a day or two. Including pick-up!
Swoop: -squeals happily-
Megatron: I take that as a yes?
Megatron: *Megatron = Cheshire cat*
Swoop: -nods furiously-
Megatron: Very well. Give me a couple of days and once the items are here, I'll comm you.
Swoop: Yay! -flies over and /hugs/ Megs-
Megatron: O____________________o
Megatron: *STIFFENS*
Swoop: You Megatron nice! =D
Megatron: Au...uh...ah....okthatsniceyoucanletgonow! *pushingpushing*
Swoop: -lets go and flies out of the room, humming again- ^____^
Megatron: *blinks rapidly*
Megatron: *Then smirks slightly. Ok, so he got hugged. He can deal with that. A small price to pay for a few laughs at Starscream's expense.*
Chromia: ::Hey Blaster, it's Chromia. Let's talk your language.::
Blaster: ::Hey, sweetbot. Whatcha need from the Minista' of Music::
Chromia: ::What kind of music you got?::
Blaster: ::Dance, Trance, Techno, Mix::
Blaster: ::Classical, Mash-ups, Hard Rock::
Blaster: ::Whatever your heart desries::
Chromia: ::Ooooh. Awesome. What I've heard about you is true. :)::
Blaster: ::Aww, thanks hon. I've been in mah lab mosta t'time.::
Chromia: ::So you won't mind mixin' for us Friday night?::
Blaster: ::Honey, I live for it.::
Chromia: ::Sweet. So, I'll comm you when I have more details?::
Blaster: ::Of course, and if ya wanna just go over music- I got selections upon selections::
Chromia: ::Wanna talk music night, hon?::
Blaster: ::Sure, I'll have some mixes for ya.::
Blaster: ::Don' ever be afraid t'stop by. I don' bite.::
Chromia: ::I'll stop by tonight, then. :)::
Blaster: ::Score::
Blaster: ::And I've got some links up on my journal. Look 'em up. They're in the replies::
Chromia: ::Whoo! I'll go look now.::
Blaster: ::Y'want me to meetcha at some point?::
Chromia: ::Sure! Got a place in mind?::
Blaster: ::How about either the common room, or maybe the Mixing Room::
Chromia: ::Common room works. -happy chirp-::
Blaster: ::Indeed, you're Chromia- right::
Chromia: ::That's me! Blue femme.::
Blaster: ::Right, I haven't seen ya around, but I've seen your posts.::
Chromia: -grinning to herself, she tracks Firestar down via their bond, sneaking up behind her and snaking arms around her waist tightly-
Firestar: *coos at Chromia, the gun disappearing from her hand as she turns around to face the other femme.*
Chromia: -smirks against her neck- So, how's about that sparring match?
Firestar: *grins and playfully bites at her * So, ready to lose?
Chromia: In your /dreams/, hon. -pulls away from her, backing up a few steps and dropping into a slight crouch-
Firestar: *she gave her a cocky grin, hunkering down and beginning to circle her like a cat.*
Chromia: -narrows her optics playfully, watching Firestar closely and balancing on the balls of her feet-
Firestar: *circles....circles...circles....POUNCE!*
Chromia: -dodges to the right with a light laugh, reaching out her hand to thwap her in the small of her back-
Firestar: snakes a hand out even as she's dodged, grabbing hold of her wrist with a snicker *
Chromia: !! -isn't quick enough in pulling her hand back, but uses her grip to spin in and bite her shoulder; distraction FTW-
Firestar: *hmm, yes that was a distraction, but she still managed to keep her wits about her, sticking her foot out behind Chromia's and giving her a push, trying to knock her down *
Chromia: -aw, slag, it didn't work!- Going to have to put some effort into it, looks like. -smirks, keeping her balance and pivoting on the foot that Firestar pushed to sweep her other leg up against her side-
Firestar: *clings to Chromia, if she's going down, Chromia is too!* Course you gotta put effort into it, it's me!
Chromia: -does, indeed, go down with her, manuevering so that she ends up on top, attempting to grab her wrists-
Firestar: *wraps her legs around her and squeeeeezes *
Chromia: Hey! -squirms a bit, but manages to grab said wrists, and pins them against her chest-
Firestar: *still squeezing, lifts her head to nibble at the hands holding her wrists *
Chromia: -pulls them down to where her head can't reach, trying to wriggle out of her leglock-
Firestar: *leglock of DOOM is not letting go :-D *
Chromia: -....distraction time, it looks like; leans down and nips at part of her chest armor-
Firestar: *purrs at her, taking this opportunity to clamp her dentals onto Chromia's fuel lines in her neck. Yum.*
Chromia: -jerks, the grip on her wrists loosening a bit- !!
Firestar: *nom nom nom, on the fuel lines, teasing, yet firmly aggressive! *
Chromia: -No public interfacing rule? Slag that!- ...I hope you know what you're starting, love... -returns the favor!-
Firestar: *purrs at her.* Whatever are you talking about, lovely?
Chromia: -nipnip, runs a hand down along her side, right down a seam-
Firestar: *gives a little shudder, though her legs are still in a death lock. She reaches a hand up and traces little patterns on Chromia's chest armor.*
Chromia: -engine purrs, and she moves her head up slightly to bite at an audial with a little growl- Oh, you /know/ what I'm talking about.
Firestar: *groans at the bite, and her hands slid between seams, aiming for more sensitive wiring underneath the armor.* Maaaybe.
Chromia: -presses against her, kissing up her jawline and up to her mouth, digging fingers into her sides and squeezing a bundle of wires lightly-
Firestar: *engine rumbles happily at that, and she wiggles her hands against Chromia's grip.* Gonna let me go now?
Chromia: No...I don't think I will. -smirks, and nips at her lip roughly-
Firestar: *grins at that, purring still.*
Firestar: Oh, well that works for me, then...
Chromia: Good... -grins, wriggling her hand in further to stroke down one of the cables leading to her spark chamber-
Firestar: *squirms against her, fine, she's not freeing her wrists Chromia's not getting freed from the leglock!*
Chromia: -like she wants to be freed!- Love you. -kisses her /hard/, running her hand up to the casing itself and scraping fingers along it-
Firestar: Love you *body shudders at that, and she felt her armor sliding away to give her better access *
Chromia: -growls quietly, and leans down to give a sharp nip to her casing, freeing Firestar's wrists so she can run her other hand along tire treads-
Firestar: *yay! Victory! Her hands slid easily up Chromia's chest now, giving a little cry as her casing was nipped, my my that was a new sensation *
Chromia: -moans softly, biting it one more time before going back up to kiss her again-
Firestar: *rocks against her, man that was nice and new and yum! Her hands tighten their hold on her chest armor momentarily, then as she steadies herself she slides her hands between seams, trying to get at Chromia's casing.*
Chromia: -gladly opens her casing to give her access, squirming against her and deepening the kiss-
Firestar: *her hands cradle the casing, though she's somewhat distracted by Chromia's kiss. Fingers scrape along the edges of it teasingly, threatening to dip into the spark itself at any moment.*
Chromia: -shudders, growling, and she grinds her chest into Firestar's, fingers running along the inside curve of her wheelwell-
Firestar: *she's trembling in delight, one hand reaching up to sliiiiiide up and down the casing, gently, then both hands wrapped around it and squeezed, gently.*
Chromia: -jerks and lets out a moan, nipping at her throat and fuel line roughly-
Firestar: *grins at that, then releases the casing and pulls her close, grinding their chests together...*
Chromia: Mmmm... -growls and lets her spark reach out for the other's, pressing her down-
Firestar: *enjoys the pressure, and allows her spark to snag onto Chromia's a little hiss of delight escaping from her vocals.*
Chromia: -groans, her entire body shaking, and she sends a series of magnetic pulses into Firestar's chassis-
Firestar: *she gives a little cry at that, her back arching to push herself closer into the connection, hands clawing at Chromia's back.*
Chromia: -screeches, biting at her fuel line /hard/-
Firestar: *echoes that screech, squirming underneath her, hands still raking up and down her back as the overload throws her into a fit of passion.*
Chromia: -crushes the other against her with a whimper as she overloads herself, trembling-
Firestar: *she gives a final jerk against her, then goes limp with a sigh.* ....
Chromia: -slumps against her, nuzzling her neck with a silly grin on her face-
Firestar: *grins, throwing an arm around her neck with a smile.* So. A draw, then?
Chromia: Yep. A draw. We'll need to schedule a rematch for the future.
Firestar: *nods, face twisting into a smile * Oh, for sure!
Chromia: -snuggles against her with a light laugh- ...we should probably move off the floor...
Firestar: Mmmm....maybe...'spose so...
Chromia: Can't seem to convince myself /to/ move, though. Funny that.
Firestar: *giggles at that, nuzzling up against her neck.* Yeh...I feel the same...can't seem to actually want to get up...
Chromia: I wonder what the look on anybody's face would have been if they walked in on us. -grins-
Firestar: *snickers.* I dunno, but I bet it woulda been priceless.
Chromia: Mmm, to say the least.
Firestar: *grinning, attempting to get up but utterly failing *
Chromia: -not even trying to, content to just lay there with her-
Firestar: *is totally going to fall into recharge, right there on the floor *
Chromia: -aaaaand, drifts off-
Firestar: *ditto!*