Somewhere out there, just at the edge of the most delicately tuned sensors' perception, there are signals being traded that Ironhide can't quite read. Some of them are Autobot signals, he's sure of that. Some of them are Decepticon ones, of that he's even more sure. The fact is that he can't read any of them. It's like spending a week with someone ( Read more... )

Lissar is settled at a table reading a small stack of mechanic's manuals. It's light reading for her, and she's had a fairly long (if enjoyable) couple of weeks. It's good to take a little time off for reading.

[OOM: " WASSERMAN!!It's the third and final day of Cubefall. By now, most everybody who comes to the Bar regularly probably knows about it. Still, new people turn up all the time- and after the other day, well, Ironhide's sort of curious whether humans really find the holiday as disturbing and alien as all that. Thus he's taken it upon himself to ( Read more... )

Lissar hasn't been around for a while, but she's here now and settled with a small meal, a large dog, and a catalogue of car parts. She's enjoying a long, slow evening after several months of tiny things that have stacked up.

{{Open until whenever. Mun is still going to be posting at about one character a month until graduation.))

[OOM: In which a ceremony is interrupted, and the Matrix family grows. It's all terribly exciting.]

[Tinytag: Demyx]

Emmett steps into the bar, a grin on his face as he does so. He looks to be covered in car grease and oil. He wipes his hands with a towel he just so happened to have and takes a seat in a booth. He puts his head back and closes his eyes for a moment and then peeks to peer around at the bar's various inhabitants. Perhaps he's also being wary of any ( Read more... )

Lissar is tinkering with her drones. Cerium, the little hunter/seeker mine, is holding onto her ankle and beeping mournfully as she fusses with Astatine (the SWverse training drone). She's certain she can get a tiny MP3 player in there so that when Demyx leaves the house with Astatine he can have music on hand. In air ( Read more... )

An invitation arrived at Autobase today, to everyone's surprise. Apparently, there are some fairly large and popular robotics conventions in Japan, and they'd like a guest of honor or two ( Read more... )

The front door opens to the sound of two children fighting ( Read more... )

Lissar has motor oil on her left cheek, and through her hair. Her gloves and white coat, however, are still pristine.

Magic clothing, got to love it.