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Tailgate ([personal profile] daintylegs) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-08-01 01:25 pm

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

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.]
justice_from_above: (pic#10326694)

Plastic

[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-01 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
prorenataa: commission dnt (need to get my hair cut wtf)

[Fucking Bubbles]

[personal profile] prorenataa 2016-08-01 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 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. ]
decepticonpeacemaker: ([blank] | Looking up)

HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS - THE WAXED FLOORS

[personal profile] decepticonpeacemaker 2016-08-01 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[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: (RIGHT IN THE AFT; ow!!!)

[personal profile] heelys 2016-08-02 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[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: ([blank] | Calm thyself)

[personal profile] decepticonpeacemaker 2016-08-02 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[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?
whatshisname: [what] (Seriously)

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

[personal profile] whatshisname 2016-08-02 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[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-!?
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TACTICAL GLITTER STRIKE

[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-02 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
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: (this is the law)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-02 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-02 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
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[personal profile] justice_from_above 2016-08-02 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
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.]
heelys: (sweatdrop; hehe.. oops)

[personal profile] heelys 2016-08-02 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?!
Edited 2016-08-02 21:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Riptide wasn't the mastermind. I know his type. Riptide couldn't stage a mutiny without accidentally sitting on his own comm and broadcasting his scheme to the entirety of the ship. He was an accessory."

Magnus sighs and crosses his hands. This whole...'time thing'...as Whirl had put it, was making things exceedingly difficult.

"It appears I'm from further into the future than the majority of you...perhaps it would be best if I knew what you recalled last before I expanded upon these events."
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-03 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Even as a participant, he would know the implications of marooning you with the DJD. Riptide may be a blithering idiot, but he never struck me as someone who would be so ruthless to his own companions."

It still didn't seem quite right to him, no matter how much Riptide might have hated him personally. But hell, what did he know? He apparently didn't have the foresight to stop the mutiny from taking place.

"I... arrived here shortly after visiting the Necrobot's planet. We had finished exploring the flower fields."
whatshisname: [shock] (Be careful now)

[personal profile] whatshisname 2016-08-03 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[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...]
onlytwoexpressions: (My report was deleted :()

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"You mean when we had arrived there the first time..."

Magnus pauses and gives this some thought.

"I'll do my best to be brief, then. The mutiny wasn't Riptide's idea. He was just a willing participant. The mutiny was proposed and coordinated by Getaway. It seemed he had most of the crew's...support..."

The image of so many of his comrades and allies standing with Getaway on the bridge when he'd declared the mutiny stuck with Magnus, burned into his optics. Blaster, Mainframe, Hound...so many comrades-in-arms that he'd seen countless battles with. He still couldn't believe so many would just leave them to be massacred.

"They were...upset at us. Upset that so many of us were willing to work with you despite the atrocities that you had been involved with. Understandably so...to a point. But there was more to it than just that. I haven't explained as much to Rodimus, but he was also left because of his personal failings as a leader and captain."

Magnus' voice grows more somber. It's clear that he's very pained by the betrayal of the crew that, while rowdy and often times in need of a stern figure to keep them in line, were his comrades nonetheless.
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-03 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I see," he replies, his face somber as he stares at the floor.

He feels the pang to his systems again, quietly raising a hand to his abdomen. Was it an aftereffect of the poison? Why was it flaring up now?

"I'm sorry I brought this onto you. All of you. Rodimus may have his misgivings, but I doubt Getaway would leave him to be massacred so viciously if I hadn't joined the ship and inflamed tensions."

He takes a step back, away from the Autobot. However small a chance it left for the rest of the crew to remain together, he'll take it.

"After we return the Lost Light, it might be best if I take my leave."
onlytwoexpressions: (I am forwarding it in triplicate to your)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Magnus watched Megatron shrink away bit by bit. It was...disconcerting. It was uncomfortable. It seemed...wrong.

Magnus squares his shoulders.

"Permission to speak freely?"
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-03 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Always with the formalities. A deep sigh of air exhales from his vents, he's never felt so tired.

"Granted."
onlytwoexpressions: (this is the law)

[personal profile] onlytwoexpressions 2016-08-03 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Megatron, it's been quite some time since I've come under your command. In that time, I like to think I've learned a few things about you. Who you are. Why you did the things you did."

He clears his vocalizer.

"You'll forgive me for being presumptuous, but I seem to recall a time when you stood on trial and declared to Optimus Prime, to the whole of Cybertron, that you were not guilty of the charges brought upon you. If you could stand up in front of an entire planet, in the face of Primus, and declare yourself not guilty, I find it incredibly difficult to entertain the thought that you would be taking the actions of Getaway and his cohorts onto your own shoulders. I defended you in court. I like to think you're above pitying yourself because some people can't move beyond the past."
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2016-08-03 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Barely a year had passed since the trial, yet it felt like millenia since then and now. At that time, on that stage, he felt so defiant. Cognizant of what he did, aware he had to make amends, but unwilling to bend to the death that awaited him at the end of that sentence. At least not yet. Even at the trial, the fire in his spark still burned strong.

Right now? The foremost thing he was regretting was that Rewind had failed in finally erasing his mistakes from existence.

"It's not about me, anymore."
decepticonpeacemaker: ([blank] | May I invite you in)

[personal profile] decepticonpeacemaker 2016-08-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh Primus did part of that Autobot's head just pop clean off? Soundwave was screaming internally. The last thing he needed was someone blaming him for killing one of the Cybertronians on the ship that was basically a baby.]

[Unfortunately his completely unexpressive face does nothing to show that he's actually somewhat alarmed that Bee might be hurt instead of just being a tall, looming Decepticon reaching down to grab Bee.]


I did nothing to the floor. I just arrived in this hallway, the same as yourself.

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