[Open] PRANKS (Alternate title: Robots are idiots)

[daintylegs]

Who: Tailgate, Riptide, Sideswipe and any other sucker who ventures close.
When: They start not long after the new people arrive and keep going until someone tells them to fuck off.
Where: All around the ship.
What: In a sort of weird protest to the strict new rules, Tailgate, Sideswipe and Riptide have banded together to form the IDIOT BRIGADE, and are using this power to do stupid shit that no one asked for. PRANKS GALORE!
Warnings: Stupid robots.

[WAX THEM FLOORS]

Tailgate has been very good about not doing work lately, so he makes up for it by waxing the floors until even the sturdiest and surefooted person would stumble with how slippery the hallways are. Naturally, not all of them are done, as Tailgate is far too lazy to do them all, though he makes absolutely sure that the darkest hallways get the most wax.

[THE FLOOR IS THE CEILING]

Or the ceiling is the floor, rather, as in some common rooms, hallways, and anywhere there might be movable furniture, a certain trio has somehow attached the furniture to the ceiling. There's no reason for this other than it's something they could do and they happen to have an abundance of glue. Don't worry, they know better than to go into anyone's rooms, so most of them are safe.

[FUCKING BUBBLES]

Tailgate's original plan was to put a little extra bubbles into one of the laundry machines, and make a little, inconvenient mess. That was the plan. The thing with Cybertronians is that they're not very good at doing things, and Tailgate grossly mismeasures the amount he intended to put in. Robots can be seen fleeing the scene of the crime as the laundry room fills with an alarming amount of bubbles.

[Plastic.]

Sometimes in life you do things just to be an obnoxious jerk about it, and nothing shows this more when several doors have a long piece of clear plastic stuck at about face level. Tailgate had considered putting glue on them just to be mean, but decided that he just didn't have it in him. Instead he puts some excess glitter on them, figuring that everyone will look pretty goddamn fabulous by the time he's done.

[Bucket-o-water above the doors]

Self-explanatory.

[OPERATION: HUNT MEGATRON]

They have a mission: Hit Megatron with a glitter cannon. Where did they get the cannon and why do they have so much glitter? Let's just say that Tailgate is finally putting all the useless shit he bought on the Vacation Planet to good use. Better use it up before it gets taken away, after all. The trio can be found at various locations, such as the observation deck, dark hallways, the garden (???), and even Megatron's room, waiting patiently for Megatron to show up so they could hit him with a loud bang of glittery vengeance.

Unfortunately for them and the people around them, Cybertronians don't see in the dark any better than the humans do, so they find themselves missing a lot. The force of the glitter cannon is hardly enough to faze a Cybertronian, but for a human it might knock them a good five feet back. They aren't their target, so Tailgate will apologize like the good person he is.

[ooc: Feel free to mingle or take part in the pranking! Tailgate is more than willing to accept members into their awesome and amazing idiot brigade.]

Comments

Plastic

[justice_from_above]

[Pharah is new. Pharah is exploring her surroundings. Pharah is wearing armor that seems a natural magnet for plastic wrap and after stepping into it, she's having a hard time peeling it off, and once she does, there's glitter: glitter everywhere.]

[So have one armored Egyptian grumbling as she tries fails</> to brush off the glitter.]

[daintylegs]

[Of course Tailgate can't be in multiple place at once.

OR CAN HE?

A very short woman, or what appears to be a very short woman, hovers nearby and burst out into giggles while Pharah struggles with her tragic glitter issues.]

Oooh you're so pretty now!

[The woman pipes up, her eyes dancing impishly.]

Love what you did with your makeup!

[justice_from_above]

Well, that makes one of us. [Pharah's makeup is usually on the subtle but on point side, and she's never messed with this much glitter since she was a kid. She glances over at the other woman as she balls up the plastic wrap and gives up on the futile battle of trying to dust the glitter off.]

You wouldn't happen to know who was behind this, would you?

[Pharah has a guess about who it might be.]

[daintylegs]

What? Me? No idea!

Welcome to the Moira, by the way! Also, I'd watch the doors, a few of them have plastic over them. How inconvenient.

[She snickers again and wanders closer, her eyes wide and admiring Pharah's armour.]

So, are you human? I mean, you look human, but you can never tell here.

[Fucking Bubbles]

[prorenataa]

[ Dim light, no light, murderous unknowns.

None of the above listed were keeping Adrien from doing his laundry. He was currently carrying an armfull towards the machines, Courser padding along at his heels with a couple of socks in his mouth. It was quite possible that the entire ship (well no; just the entire hallway) could hear his yelp of dismay as he turned into the room and slipped on almost three feet of bubbles. ]

THE FU... [ Came the yelp, along with a rather less than dignified thud as Adrien went tail over tea kettle and disappeared into the thick blanket of bubbles.

Courser, ever helpful, dropped the socks in his mouth and began to chase the careening bubbles up the walls of the hallway, completely unphased by his companion's yelling. ]

[daintylegs]

Are you okay?

[Tailgate stops his fleeing the moment Adrien falls over, and turns back to go fret over him. Despite falling over being the entire point of this venture, he still can't help but feel bad. Maybe he's just not very good at pranking people.

So this giant 10 ft tall Decepticon wades through the ankle-high bubbles and kneels down to gently, very gently, pick him up.]

Aw, look at this mess! What kind of no-gooder would do something like this?

[prorenataa]

[ Adrien sat up, bubbles stuck to the top of his head and his shoulders.

It looks just as ridiculous as it sounds.

He flailed a little as the large 'bot picked him, though he appreciated breaking the surface of the bubbles. Huffing, he tried to brush at himself, because he was now covered in bubbles. ]

Someone who doesn't understand how laundry machines work! [ Or .. you know, SOMEONE PLAYING PRANKS!

Which he doesn't even consider. Sometimes he is such a stick in the mud. ]

Fuck. What a mess. [ If set on his feet, he'll begin to look around before exhaling a deep breath. ]

This is going to be shit to clean up. Hey, do you know where there's a mop?

[ As is so often the case, Adrien just breezes by the idea of names or introductions. Familiarity with Riptide means he's not completely freaking out over, hulking Cybertronian, though he doesn't recognize Tailgate's markings. ]

[daintylegs]

I have no idea what a mop is.

[Tailgate says, which is a complete lie. As he lets go of Adrien, he gently, very gently, tries to stick a KICK ME sign on his back, because he's watched human tv shows before and found this joke to be absolutely hysterical each and every time.]

Anyway, good luck with cleaning up! I'd help, but I think my excuse generator is broken, and I should probably go fix it before something bad happens.

HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS - THE WAXED FLOORS

[decepticonpeacemaker]

[The dark didn't bother Soundwave much. Most Decepticon ships were kept dark to keep fuel use down as low as possible. The organics were the only problem, really. The other Cybertronians at least had glowing optics that made them easy to avoid, but in the dark it was harder to see the little humans running around his feet.]

[Thankfully, although this hallway was rather dark, it seemed empty for the moment. So Soundwave started down the hall, obvious to the horrible turn his life was about to take.]

[heelys]

[Bumblebee is dealing well in the dark too, mostly just irritated that the power was cut out halfway through the movie he'd been watching. His optics are glowing brightly in the gloom, and he's also lit up his Autobot brand so it's glowing bright red. Easy to spot for everyone. He's currently looking for Sideswipe, to moan about the new captain to him, when he turns the corner and immediately slips, wheels skidding as he tries to get purchase on the floor. He looks like a baby deer trying to walk on ice and is yelling whilst he does it.]

What the slag?! [He doesn't even notice Soundwave at the opposite end of the hallway, far too busy trying not to fall flat on his face. Which he manages for a good few seconds.] Who turned off the floor?!

[decepticonpeacemaker]

[Soundwave hit the waxed part of the floor about the same time Bee did - only he is far too composed of a Con to scream because he slipped a little. And he can say it was only a little, because when he starts to slide, he turns on the magnets in his feet and stops himself fairly quickly.]

[Now that he's not about to fall, he can turn his attention to the little screaming Autobot sliding all over the floor. This was that child that called himself Bumblebee, wasn't it? He takes careful steps closer, making sure his feet are properly planted with each step.]

Are you alright?

[heelys]

[Bee opens his mouth to answer, but gravity wins the battle of will and he slams his helm against the floor, dislodging the casing and sending it flying. He screeches across the floor to Soundwave's feet, lifting a servo to touch his exposed circuits with a wince.]

O-ow. [It's now that he notices Soundwave towering over him, optics paling in the dim light. Holy crap this dude looks scary.]

--'M fine! What did you do to the floor?!

Plastic, because nothing says "welcome, Rung" like walking into a saranwrap wall

[whatshisname]

[All right. He's been briefed, checked by medics, given a handful of new things, signed a contract, and was now exploring his new, temporary home. Exploring, of course, meant walking all over the ship and in and out of various rooms. Everything is going great right up until he walks face first into freaking plastic, his own momentum, while not fast, enough to shove him back a few steps.] Ah! What the-!?

[daintylegs]

[Tailgate's initial plan was to stand nearby and laugh at whatever poor sucker had fallen for his poorly-made trap, but when he realizes exactly which poor sucker his victim is, he lets out a shout of pure delight.]

RUNG!

[Ignoring that Rung has his hands full with plastic and glitter, the little Decepticon bounds up to him and gives him a big ol' hug around the middle, his enthusiasm lifting Rung clean off the floor.]

Wow! You're actually here! I haven't seen you in months!

[whatshisname]

[He's right in the middle of trying to get...is that glitter?!....yeah...it's glitter. He's right in the middle of getting glitter off of himself when he's suddenly hugged and lifted off his feet.]

Ah! Tailgate! [At least his arms are free to brace on the smaller bot's shoulders.]

[It was...so strange to think of the time distortion between himself and anyone else here he might know, but...whelp...there it is.]

[He finally smiles a bit and pats Tailgate's shoulder.] I'm here.

[Please don't make him ask to be put down...]

[daintylegs]

Good, because things are a bit of a mess.

[Tailgate puts him down and looks up at him expectently.]

Not a big mess, mind you, just the normal kind of mess that comes from us being us.

TACTICAL GLITTER STRIKE

[aminerproblem]

Megatron waits for Magnus in the Cargo Hold after the lively incident with Riptide. His demeanor had already sunken some since they were forced to fight the Caducans, but now it was even harder to remove the gloominess from his tired optics.

Mutiny. He should have expected it. Betrayal was not something rare in Decepticon high command, and during wartime he felt nothing towards it. Any attempt at rebellion was merely another challenge to his authority - one that he simply needed to crush on his way to some larger goal. He once took pleasure in the guesswork of circumventing whatever secret plot his officers would attempt - it was hardly ever truly a legitimate threat. Now? He was surprised to find how he seemed to have developed such a large blind spot. A soft, pathetic weakness that allowed this to happen.

He could feel his innards twist as if the Fool's Energon were still flowing through his body. It was strange. It hurt more than he would have expected, and a part of him despised that he allowed himself to get so attached to these Autobots. But it would do no good to avoid the topic, so he swallows the feeling and forces himself to stand straight and receive whatever dreadful details awaited when Magnus joined him.

[onlytwoexpressions]

As ordered, Magnus made his way to the cargo hold after he had...collected himself.

It had become abundantly clear that Magnus was privy to knowledge that no one from the Lost Light had. He may have been...overzealous when dealing with Riptide.

It was not one of his finest moments.

But if he could do something to potentially stop the dire circumstances that this mutiny had placed them in, he was obligated as an officer to do so. Even if the chances that things could change were slim, he had to at least try.

He enters the cargo hold with a somber expression.

"Megatron. I wish to apologize for my uncharacteristic outburst upon seeing Riptide."

[aminerproblem]

"Under the circumstances that you were pulled from, I would be more surprised if you weren't angry."

That situation had certainly escalated extremely quickly. But something else was plaguing his mind.

"Perhaps I was blind, but I couldn't see Riptide being willing to throw Rodimus, you, and the others to the throes of the DJD. Even if he had every reason to despise me."

Conspiring to be rid of him alone? That was something he wouldn't be too surprised by. None of the Autobots had exactly been secretive about their dislike for him, it was to be expected. He just expected them to hold more camaraderie among each other.

"What exactly happened?"

WAX

[iseedeadbees]

[Starscream had gotten used to the dimmed lights pretty quickly, and for the most part he'd been good about not stepping on people or running into anything. Still, as aware of his surroundings as he was, nothing had prepared him for the slippery disaster that was this newly waxed floor. As soon as his heel hits the wax, that's it. His leg flies out from under him and he screeches out the most undignified yelping noise pretty much ever, and the next second he's falling ass first onto the floor. So majestic, such grace.

But y'know with any luck, nobody saw him making an ass out of himself right.]

[daintylegs]

AHAHA!

[No such luck Screamer, as Tailgate points and laughs at him from the very end of the hallway.]

That was beautiful! Do it again, I want to do a second take!

[Oh shit, is he filming this?

He is!]

[iseedeadbees]

[TAILGATE why would you film this GOD

Starscream just stares for a moment, baffled somehow by this entire predicament. Once the surprise wears off he gets all kinds of pissed, and starts picking himself up off the floor. It probably looks ridiculous. It does.]

Are you out of your mind!? Do you have any idea how dangerous this is!?

Floor wax+ Chicken legs

[harderfasterwrecker]

[Whirl is really in almost the exact same boat as Starscream, Except this is probably Karma somehow because Whirl himself has what looks to be some kind of metal scraper in his claws and is cackling. The best way to deal with things is do annoy UM. Which means he's headed off to go scrape the ID off of the door of the former duly appointed enforcer of the Tyrest Accord's room.

So. Really. It's not like he's being stopped from anything important when he's interrupted.

Whirl's fine at the first step. The second is what gets him as because it causes his balance to completely go out and Whirl ends up flat on his back glaring at the celling wondering where exactly his life went wrong.

Oh, right. About four million years ago.

That solved, Whirl attempts to get up, grumbling away and trying to figure out where he lost the tools of his own prank.]

[daintylegs]

[It's only after Whirl falls that Tailgate realizes that he should have warned him. Ah well, it was funny and that's all that matters.]

The floor is waxed by the way!

[Tailgate yells from the opposite end of the hall.]

Watch your step!

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl gives up and flops back on the floor because welp. He's been seen being an idiot on the floor.

Ugh.

Ughhhh. ]

Worst boyfriend ever.

[He doesn't sound particularly angry about it, just vaguely irritated. ]

You are never telling anyone about this.

Ever.

Or else.

[Whirl sort of shrugs from his place on the floor.]

.....Or else something.

[He'll come up with whatever it is later.]