[Video | Backdated to last night about a minute before the blackout | eff my hiatus]
[Slipstream is sitting on the couch in the Deceptibase living room, with Starscream puttering about in the background. She looks incredibly bored.]
You know, I never understood why Blitzwing always liked this show. It's so...stupid, and yet it's almost impossible to look away. Have you humans discovered some sort of cerebro-shell technology? Mind control? Because that's what this-[Cut, as the blackout hits.]
[The video cuts back in to show Slipstream bending over Starscream's prone body on the floor. He must've been affected by the EMP - but how's that possible if he's organic, one might ask? Funny, that. What she's looking for isn't obvious as her body's mostly blocking the view. But she might just be checking down his pants.
There's a sound not entirely unlike a computer starting up - a kind of low whirr-click and a hum. Starscream stirrs slightly, his eyes fluttering open]
... wha -
[he looks at Slipstream for a few seconds, not quite comprehending... then splutters and flails, scrambling backwards]
WHAT THE FRAG -
[Snap. She just sits back on her heels, smirking at his discomfiture.]
I was just checking, Starscream. Curiosity, you know. How was I to know that you even kept that part~?
You were what?! While I was offline?! WHAT THE SLAG WERE YOU THINKING EVEN, I -
[Pause. He looks straight at the camera]
... is that thing on?
[She doesn't even look at the camera, her grin widening. If it is on, the schadenfreude is delicious.]
For all I knew, you could've been permanently offline! I see no problem with checking just for a moment. Would you rather I removed your clothes entirely?
[He shifts his gaze back to her, giving her one of his completely incredulous looks]
... so you were quite possibly checking to see if my corpse had a penis. If you were honestly that curious, you could have asked. ... that thing looks like it's on.
[She's still ignoring the comm, because this is the funniest chat ever.]
Would you have told me if I asked? Besides, this is far more entertaining.
[She reaches out without glancing at the comm to slap it over, cutting the video feed.]
[ooc: This is Slipstream, this is Starscream. Also, it's all in English.]
You know, I never understood why Blitzwing always liked this show. It's so...stupid, and yet it's almost impossible to look away. Have you humans discovered some sort of cerebro-shell technology? Mind control? Because that's what this-[Cut, as the blackout hits.]
[The video cuts back in to show Slipstream bending over Starscream's prone body on the floor. He must've been affected by the EMP - but how's that possible if he's organic, one might ask? Funny, that. What she's looking for isn't obvious as her body's mostly blocking the view. But she might just be checking down his pants.
There's a sound not entirely unlike a computer starting up - a kind of low whirr-click and a hum. Starscream stirrs slightly, his eyes fluttering open]
... wha -
[he looks at Slipstream for a few seconds, not quite comprehending... then splutters and flails, scrambling backwards]
WHAT THE FRAG -
[Snap. She just sits back on her heels, smirking at his discomfiture.]
I was just checking, Starscream. Curiosity, you know. How was I to know that you even kept that part~?
You were what?! While I was offline?! WHAT THE SLAG WERE YOU THINKING EVEN, I -
[Pause. He looks straight at the camera]
... is that thing on?
[She doesn't even look at the camera, her grin widening. If it is on, the schadenfreude is delicious.]
For all I knew, you could've been permanently offline! I see no problem with checking just for a moment. Would you rather I removed your clothes entirely?
[He shifts his gaze back to her, giving her one of his completely incredulous looks]
... so you were quite possibly checking to see if my corpse had a penis. If you were honestly that curious, you could have asked. ... that thing looks like it's on.
[She's still ignoring the comm, because this is the funniest chat ever.]
Would you have told me if I asked? Besides, this is far more entertaining.
[She reaches out without glancing at the comm to slap it over, cutting the video feed.]
[ooc: This is Slipstream, this is Starscream. Also, it's all in English.]