(OOC: open, but grump warning is set to medium.)

( It was just one of those weeks. )

IDW Drift

The opening of his optics hurt, they were taking a little too long in adjusting to the light. His body ached, Drift couldn't remember what exactly he did in order to accomplish that...he also couldn't remember when his HUD looked so green ( Read more... )

(OOC: While I am sure nerdlab residents would love to welcome guests, and that is their call, you should be careful approaching a Kup without a cygar. And if you are puzzled by that statement, then you definitely do not want your character looking for him unless the potential of losing limbs excites you. Not trying to be a wench, just keepin' it ( Read more... )

( And like any Kup story... this is five pages long. )

IDW Kup

The older mech was out and about, which was quite opposite of the hermit-like behavior he had fell into upon his arrival to the Nexus, but after the incident, Kup felt it was in the interest of his old processors to get out once in awhile. Especially since Perceptor had given him his new toy, which was currently slung against his back ( Read more... )

IDW Perceptor ( Read more... )

IDW Kup

It was a peaceful afternoon recharge, he thought to himself as the jarring quake knocked him out of his makeshift berth. Was, processors groggily repeated, as his arms flung over his helm to protect it from items falling off the shelf he had painstakingly carved into the wall just a few weeks prior. When the dust settled and his optics ( Read more... )

*still curled up in his corner in the middle of Primus knows where, lost in crosswords and.... what's that blinking thing on his datapad?*

Another one of these things? *grits his denta, cygar squeaking* Primus, don't you mechs got better things to do?

*shakes his helm, tapping the menu to open on his datapad, and is instantly welcomed with a loud ( Read more... )

*pulls his datapad out of subspace to enjoy a nice evening of crosswords fiddling with his datapad from an unknown corner of wherever the old mech has holed himself up in when a notification pops up, of which he immediately tries to close in a furious round of tapping, but to no avail*

Alright alright. Slaggin' glitch feed junkies. Let's make this ( Read more... )

IDW Kup

You mean humans? I suppose you could call 'em squishy, but that's just a side effect of bein' organic. Bit crude, I reckon, but it's not like they're givin' a slag when they're too busy huntin' the rest of us that's left on Earth. Or hitchin' rides in where they don't belong an' crackin' jokes about my oil. Yeah, I'm lookin' at you, Verity. ( Read more... )