Narrative//OPEN

[aircommanderp]

WHO: Starscream, OPEN
WHAT: SINGING. LOTS OF SINGING.
WHERE: ANYWHERE.
WHEN: Whenever during the musical event.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This will start with a narrative, but post in your own threads with time/place and I'll play off of whatever you want! WE'LL MAKE BEAUTIFUL MUSIC.

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[runningerrands]

"You done singing?" Isaac shouts. "Fucking fruity robot."

All the meanwhile, taking a bite of cake. Because fuck yeah, cake.

[aircommanderp]

"SILENCE, FOOL! I was going to leave it until later, but I think I'll have our work meeting now."

Starscream turns around, marching right back inside.

"My office! This instant!"

[runningerrands]

There's a lengthy pause.

"...We have work meetings?" Isaac says slowly. He looks down at his cake, then back up towards Starscream's office.

With a sigh of disappointment, the engineer sets the cake down. "Damn it," he mutters bitterly, helmet sliding back on as he dejectedly goes to follow Starscream inside.

[aircommanderp]

"Isaac. I'd like to talk about your work ethic. You're spending too much time outside, and I've really considered taking you back as a hostage." Starscream starts in immediately.

"Now, I know, I know. You'll take me apart and all that, but if you look at it from a business angle, you'd really be streamlining your efforts." He waves a dismissive hand, smiling in confidence.

"And you'd get to spend more time with me. I'll share with you a big secret, Isaac. I like you. You're made of sass and vitriol, and I find that quite a wholesome trait. For a human- no, not even a human. I just find you quite delightful."

[endless_avarice]

Dirge fidgeted outside Starscream's study, unsure of what exactly was going to happen. He supposed he would probably be yelled at. He'd done a lot of things recently, none of which Starscream had approved of.

And then he'd sung that song.

How awful. To be considered the most embarrassing part of someone's personality. To be hated for who he was. The jet's wings seemed to be permanently wilted. He'd always thought of himself as a good piece, a useful piece of personality. He had ambition in limitless amounts and endless drive and passion! He could fight fiercely and amass huge amounts of wealth too! Weren't those all good things?

[aircommanderp]

The door slides open finally, when Dirge has been there long enough. Starscream sits at his desk, his single optic tiredly tracking it's movement when it reveals Dirge.

"Don't stand out there forever, Dirge. Come in. I'm not-" He winces, thinks of his friend, the outlier Soundwave (what would he do?), "I'm not angry with you."

For once.

He never thought he could look at himself and see such a stranger- or perhaps it was simply what he didn't care to see. His wanton ambition and desire unbridled by the balance of logic, fear or caution.

"Come, sit. Be comfortable." He almost feels like stabbing his other optic out, "Please."

[endless_avarice]

The clone stared at the open doors for a few seconds before peeking his head in, claws resting on one side of the frame.

"You're not?" That was odd. Maybe this was for a lesson then. Starscream didn't have time for many of those and the ones they managed were long and tedious and both jets kept losing their tempers. Dirge pressed himself all the way inside, standing awkwardly before his creator's desk.

They both winced at the word 'please'. The clone took the offered seat as instructed, avoiding Starscream's one-optic gaze. Instead he stared at things on his desk and thought about which ones he'd like to have. All of them of course- but it was fun to try and prioritize them.

[aircommanderp]

"Dirge." He starts in, leaning his massive chin in his servo

[inferiordude]

It's about that time in which Soundwave needs to do his regular rounds of being sure that Starscream can sleep tonight. It's a promise he plans to keep so long as they are both here.

Plus, Starscream's a friend. He'd rather not let him down.

He comes inside, throwing out his arms. "The dude has arrived! What's up, my main mech?"

[aircommanderp]

He's glad that Soundwave still does this for him. Still comes to see him, despite everything. There's always that occasion in which thed Seeker just wishes he could drop everything, take him and run to some far reach of the universe for a while.

He spends so little time in his actual home now, he comes here just to recharge, and even then much of his recharging does happen at the Hollow... restless as it is.

Regardless of everything it draws a grin to his face.

"Hey, Soundwave." He greets, wings perking on his back just slightly.