[Okay, so being dragged out to that party that Slipstream threw hadn't been bad at all. The atmosphere had been good, the refreshments tasty, and the music, although not exactly to his tastes, hadn't bothered him at all. And he'd got to see Waspinator dancing, that was always a plus. Speaking of refreshments...]

[Terrorsaur is currently sitting ( Read more... )

Cosmos wandered along the edge of the field just beyond medbay. He'd had a long talk with Bluestreak and cheetor before falling into recharge. Petting the mini bot had satisfied a craving Cosmos had had for touch that he had not even realized, and now he was craving more. Every thing he touched, the grass, the dirt, buildings, it was as if he had ( Read more... )

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(OOC: Hi everyone, I'm not dead. This summer has been rough though. This piece is written in a first-person narrative voice because it wouldn't sound right otherwise. Blitzwing needed to write this. You may reply, but to the story itself, not directly in the setting he describes here.)

( A Craving for... )

G1 Silverbolt (ooc: Going with the Roost right now, unless Bolt's brothers think it might be better for him to be in the Medlab ( Read more... )

[OOC: Follows more or less immediately from this thread.]

*Cyclonus had been out in the disgustingly organic mud and rain, and then spent several hours baby-sitting a processor-damaged Terrorcon without even the chance to clean himself off. Sinnertwin is finally more or less himself now, and he's heading quickly down the hall to the quarters--and ( Read more... )

BW Cheetor

(OOC: Takes place before Flight's jet-napping, but after he meets Cheetor! XD)

Cheetor is bored. No scratch that - He’s bored out of his processor! He’s been to so many places and met so many bots in the last - what? Month, two months? He’s not really keeping count…

( Cut to how Kitty got to Roost )

Craving, wanting, needing… depending on how one looks at it, it’s all the same.

Seekers crave the sky because we need it function; our sparks call for it and we want for it every moment of their lives. Wings give us our power, our pride because they are what give us that sky. They give us the breeze on our wings, the exhilarating thrill that comes ( Read more... )

(Branching from here~)

TFA Swindle

"Cravings...interesting prompt. So many possible answers."

Perched on the edge of his berth as he stared down at the scientist that was currently knocked offline on the floor, Swindle absently twirled a laser scalpel in hand as he pondered the new prompt that had appeared in his messages ( Read more... )

Cravings. [O hai thar, Nemesis is, for once, outside of his lair, in a decent area, too.]

An odd Prompt for an odd place. Though I do believe that I shall humour this one.  [A chuckle as he starts to pace, trailer wings flaring out in a display of dominance.]

I have a craving for many things, Power, my visions, my goals. None which are obtainable ( Read more... )