[mostly open log]

[greasemunkygal]

WHO: Mikaela, Graham & The Decepticons of the Hollow
WHAT: Mikaela and Graham were picked up by Blitzwing :3
WHERE: A terranium B|
WHEN: After this.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Open only to the residents of Magnum's humble abode <3

Comments

[mywrenchsaysyes]

     This was ridiculous. This was stupid. This was....inconceivable!

And yet it was fact; they were stuck in an over-sized tank, of all things! Graham had thought that all that talk had been some weird kind of metaphor or something, but apparently Blitzwing wasn't that imaginative- or was it the other way around?

It wasn't something that Graham was willing to accept. Who did such a thing? Being stuck in a tank was as bad as prison- not that he'd ever thought he'd be stuck in a tank before. His arm hadn't gotten tired yet, or he hadn't showed any signs of it anyway. He gave another strong swing of his wrench against the glass, smirking faintly as he could have sworn one of the fine lines in it had lengthened just a tad.

"-maybe, maybe not. Wonder how thick this is? How long d'ya think they'll keep us in here? This has me wondering though- is there a point to it?" He continued to smack the glass with renewed fervor as he spoke. "What good is it going to do? And what's all the talk about puppies? I

[greasemunkygal]

Since sulking has lost its appeal and appears to be doing nothing (plus it's not really Mikaela's style of doing things, anyway), she pushes herself to her feet and comes to lean against the glass(oh so careful to stay out of wrench range - that would likely hurt), watching him 'work'.

"I dunno. This...isn't exactly new to me." Being stuffed into random rooms, boxes, cages...this is becoming a regular thing in the Nexus. This time it seemed a little less...intentional than the last, but at the same time she's not particularly pleased at being dumped into a glass box like an animal. It's a tad humiliating.

"He has three faces. I'm pretty sure I'll have to agree and say there's a problem with his systems." How does something like that even happen anyway?

[mywrenchsaysyes]

     "Just-*crunch* -because it's not new to you- *crack* -don't mean you should get used to it!" He stepped back, eying his progress before he grabbed the wrench with both hands like a baseball bat.

Testing the distance and angle of a good swing, he chuckled, then glancing back at Mikaela as he wound up. "Three- oh, that's a good point. What a case of split personalities! Usually you don't have a real face for each one'a them! Hah! -watch it now."

[greasemunkygal]

She glances up, eying the roof with speculation. "Hm. Y'sure about that?" Voice a little dry, she stands on her tiptoes, trying to brush her fingers to the ceiling. If it's a lid...

"Weirdest case of MPD I've ever seen, that's for sure." She automatically backs away when she sees him, making sure she gets completely out of his way.

To...the both of you, I suppose, since you're in the same space.

[not_your_gun]

[[We do not have to go in order, though--post however

Hiya Megsy~! <3

[mywrenchsaysyes]

     "-WHAT IS THIS THING MADE OF?!" The exclamation, for all the irritation implied in it, also had, strangely enough, a tone of amusement rounding it off. A perhaps well-familiar, blond-haired mechanic stood in the most silly of predicaments, in a tank of all things!- giving a prod at the cracked glass with his wrench.

He was peering at it closely, and abruptly hopped back to give another swing at the thing with all the intensity and poise of an All-star ballplayer. He was going to get them out of there one way or another. "It must be like...I don't know, super glass or something... or maybe they have some new type'a material here that I don't know about- not that I know everything of course but you think that glass is glass is glass, no matter where you're from..." he prattled, tossing a glance at Mikaela before he got ready to swing again- and froze.

Oh, they weren't alone here anymore.

ohai megs

[greasemunkygal]

She gives the roof of the terranium an acid glare, as if she thought it might quiver and suddenly pop open for fear of feminine wrath. It doesn't work. She gives it a slap with her palm for good measure, but the roof stays steady.

"Bulletproof...serious...plexiglass. Something out of a movie, I think." With a huff, she jumps back down from her rock, attempt at finding a latch failed. "You'd think glass is glass, but I'm not so sure, it's probably got...nano technology in it or something."

Mikaela hefts a chunk of rock in her hand, then hurls it at the cracked glass in frustration.

That's the time she notices their new 'visitor'. Her mouth hangs open in a shocked look as she comes to a stop next to Graham, after he'd stopped.

[not_your_gun]

This...

He...

No.

He was not seeing this.

It had to be Lugnut's doing...it had to be...

And yet, at the same time, that was equally impossible since he'd told the Malgian bomber no. (Hadn't he?)

In fact, so ridiculous is the situation, that his hand hand impacted with his helmet before he'd even realized, and he was already counting silently to 3 million in his mind.

This, was not happening.

"Its reinforced with a negative field generator, actually." His voice attempted to be even, though he did not look up yet through the shielding of his fingers over his face. "...even if you crack the glass, you can't escape."

For Mikaela, primarily, although I am quite fine with both~

[houndofmegatron]

As a rule, Scorponok doesn't spend a lot of time in the Hollow. He prefers to be out in the city, exploring and investigating and hunting, returning only when Dirge commands him to or when he needs to nest in the jet's piles of things to recharge. Typically, he scuttles in and out as quickly as possible, ideally without being seen, which generally means that even if he passes something interesting, he doesn't let himself investigate.

Humans, however, are interesting--and unusual enough down here to warrant a pause. Scorponok hesitates on his way from Dirge's quarters, casting his sensors in the direction of the terrarium and its new occupants...

And dropping his chameleon mesh with an excited chirr when he realizes he recognizes one. The arachnoid hurries over to the tank, chittering happily. He skids to a stop before running straight into the glass, but it's a close thing, so have a scorpion face pressed against the side of your tank, guys.

Scoooorpy

[greasemunkygal]

Mikaela isn't sulking in the corner anymore. Instead, she's migrated across the 'tank', away from Graham and his smashing for the moment in order to take a good look at the rest of the room. They're on an elevated platform of some sort, so she has a relatively good look at the floor.

Staring at the ground with a frown for a moment, she looks back up just in time to see a giant robo-scorpion face right in hers. With a little yelp, she stumbles back, but then grins a little.

"I remember you."

He loooooves you Mikaelaaaaaaa

[houndofmegatron]

There's not a lot of room up here between the edge of the tank and the edge of the platform, but Scorponok has a lot of legs, and manages to cling pretty well. His chatter takes on a distinctly amused timbre for a moment as he comprehends her startlement, then trails off as he tries to find a more comfortable way to arrange his body on the thin ledge.

::whywhywhyismikaelasquishyhere?:: he transmits--a short-range broadcast, but open. If she's still got her communicator on her, it'll pick the data-burst up.

she wuffs you too scorpy <3

[greasemunkygal]

She watches him in utter, bewhildered amusement before glancing back to Graham, then back to the bug bot that had gone from a precarious clinging position to something a bit more steady.

Mikaela does have her device on her - it doesn't seem to pick anything up long range, so she can't check the network or call for help (not that she would anyway - she'd already agreed to stay and help Magnum lure Blitzwing out), but she does pick up the short range burst from Scorp. She smiles faintly.

"It's....kind of a long story."

[highly_unstable]

As if there was any question, Blitzwing had next to no real knowledge of organics. This was only decreased by the near incoherent thought processes of his Random personality, who was only positive that should two organics be left together, they should produce some form of offspring.

And he, had personally hoped for puppies - Lugnut had said they could keep them, if that were the case. And furry, energetic creatures that only barked in incomprehensible tones seemed far more entertaining than the humans they had been forced to deal with.

It was with high hopes that he strolled back into Magnum's headquarters, rushing to press his face against the glass of the terranium.

"Ooooh, are you done yet?"

PFFF xD

[mywrenchsaysyes]

     And what an ideal time that Blitzwing chose to make his return, as Graham had only started to work at the glass again. He was already in mid-swing when the Decepticon pressed his face against the glass, wrench head striking the glass rather forcefully.

Blitzwing's sudden appearance was a little startling, only slightly throwing off Graham's momentum. He stumbled back not long after wrench had connected with the cracked glass, but if he managed an equal reaction then it would have been worth it. "Wha-"

Great, the screwball again. And coming from a crazy mechanic, that was certainly saying something. "-done..?"

<3

[greasemunkygal]

Mikaela was perched on the rock, examining the heel of one of her boots that seemed to have cracked because of extreme weather damage. Damn. She liked these boots.

She looks up with a wrinkled frown when Graham stumbles, but the look quickly fades to confusion. It was the crazy again alright, but...what was he talking about?

"Done?" Hopping off her rock, she starts to head over to stand near the blond mechanic, always keeping an appropriate distance when he had that wrench gripped like that.

Re: <3

[not_your_gun]

Magnum...had been waiting for this, really. He could hear some sort of commotion in the common room, again, and this time there was an extra, unfamiliar voice.

Well, that hadn't taken very long. If only all of his enemies were this prompt!

Cautiously, he started down the hall, listening to see what insight he could glean from their conversation before he appeared, pausing at the edge of the room to watch--

And realizing what he found was not what he'd expected.