why in bethesda games am i leader of everything always (closedish)

[knaval]

Who: The Robots™
When:december
Where:wherever the threads happen
What:misc
Warnings: typical robot drama



prompt for everyone if you want, near wherever robocamp is

Guys! Check it out! [riptide is clomping back with an armful of cubes. it's an embarrassing situation, but he's not about to let his friends starve over it.] I found a bunch of energon cubes.

Just lying around. What a... coincidence. Guess we're not gonna starve anymore!

everyone else do ya thang

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@whirl

[knaval]

[after watching megatron for a long while like a massive creeper, riptide believes he's figured out the ex-warlord's problem.

a stunning lack of christmas spirit.

now, riptide's understanding of christmas is exceptionally poor, but he still wants to make the effort. everyone was happier in the muppets christmas special and that's the best piece of media humanity has ever produced, so obviously it's right.

riptide has to bring out the big guns for this.]

hey whirl you busy
that's a rhetorial question i know you're not
but i'm being polite

[harderfasterwrecker]

this better be good or im using you for a tobogan at the next sand dune

[ He is actually completely right. Whirl was basically taking at nap as a helicopter so none of the squishies would ask him questions, talk to him, or engage with him in any way.

It also meant that most of the cybertronians would side eye him and assume whirl was being whirl so that worked well for him. ]

[knaval]

when have i ever not dragged you in2 something good WHIRL
litsen
listen
okay
im near the werid rocky place that looks like minimuseses face thing
u kno the one?
i have high grade and a plan
that will probably annoy megatron
r u in or r u in?

[harderfasterwrecker]

u said the only 2 words i needed

[ And within the next few moments, there is a helicopter flying over, and Whirl transforms in mid air and drops, kicking a lot of stuff into the air. Ugh. Whirl. Why.

Organic planets are the woooorst. ]

High grade. Gimmie.

Also, what's this about helmet head?

[knaval]

[riptide tosses a cube over, not really caring about the stuff kicked up. commenting on it is probably what whirl would enjoy, so he's not going to do that.]

I'm thinking... he needs more Christmas cheer. You watched the muppets special, right? I bet that would keep him busy for a couple of days.

[riptide grunts.]

And not, like. Following me around.

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl attempting to catch it is momentarily hilarious. Mostly because claws are not meant for catching. Seriously. Rips. Really. Bro.

He manages to get all of his claws around the cube and stop its being tossed about eventually, with claws around it in four points, and once that's happened Whirl turns his entire helm and his optic narrows.

Since Riptide hasn't stopped talking it means Whirl is just going to sit there, glaring at him, until he gets the point across.

....but, then his curiosity hits.]

So he's been playing protositter. You're an idiot. Of course they're keeping optics on you.

[With a very violent motion he punctures the cube and goes about figuring out how to get it into his Intake. It's a process.]

[knaval]

[riptide makes a face at whirl that makes it clear that what he just did was all too intentional.]

Well, yeah, but it's annoying. And like you don't need babysitting too!

[harderfasterwrecker]

[Oh you fragger. Whirl's optic narrows again, and he proceeds to start drinking as best as he's able because Riptide has a better use than being shot in the face, but he really wants the cube to clock him with. ]

I get trusted with more things than you. Like guns. And free time.

[He pauses to pour more. The angle is very weird. Mostly that looks...uncomfortable. Someone get whirl a straw so he'll stop doing..whatever he's doing. Ah. Aaaaah stop it.]

So what's the big plan. Borrow the magnus suit and paint it green?

....We could borrow the magnus suit and paint it green.

[knaval]

I have guns! I have like-- three! Three guns! And a ton of free time!

[because no-one trusts him to do anything, probably.]

I hadn't thought of that. I'm down for it! Megatron is someone Magnus would probably ask to clean it and--

Oh, yeah. I'm also pretty sure they're in love so getting them to do that together would just be the energon on the energon.

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl is still attempting to drink horribly, which mostly means he's craned his neck at a truly weird angle. And then Whirl hears that last part and he seems to full body hitch and if it was possible for him to cough, he'd be doing it.

Whirl's intake isn't exactly useful for things. So pardon him as he proceeds to die just a little because the idea of Magnus and Helmet Head making gooo goo eyes at each other may have gotten his urge to purge go when he's not actually capable of it. Woo.

Pardon Whirl.

Still dying.

Still dying.

.....Okay. Now he's just doing it to be an asshole. ]

OTA

[redshitlord]

He found them cause I totally packed them and forgot about them!

[Why yes, he is going to just yell that out loud as soon as Riptide announces he has the cubes.]

[He said he would, after all.]

[It's a stupid, stupid idea, but he thinks he's helping.]

[knaval]

[HE'LL WAIT.]

[knaval]

NO YOU DIDN'T I'LL FIGHT YOU YOU SKINNY LITTLE FRAGGER!!

[shrieked back.]

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ He's going to be waiting a while.

Quite a while.

Oh my god. Are you done. ]

Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeriously?

Big M and Helmet Head?

Ugh. Punctuation for pillow talk.

This is the worst thing anyone has ever told me ever.

And I'm Me.

[knaval]

Yeah, but you immediately imagined it with no difficulties at all. So am I wrong?

[redshitlord]

NO YOU WON'T, YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH ME!

[Yelled right back, as loud as possible.]

[harderfasterwrecker]

[Whirl makes that horrible weird grinding sound that is a clear sign that he needs to not do that if he wants to keep having a working vocalizer.

And puts the base of his claws over his not face in the answer to not being able to face palm for a lack of both things.]

They probably make gooey optics at each other while reading shipment invoices and memos about regulations.

[Whirl is continuing to make that horrible noise again. Stop him. Because now he's just doing it for effect.]

[knaval]

NO I'M NOT!

[literally and figuratively!! sideswipe pls he's been a moody turd]

[redshitlord]

OKAY SO YOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY SLEEPING BUT I AM SO THERE!

[They're probably five feet away and still yelling at each other.]

OTA

[onlytwoexpressions]

[Minimus has been working himself incredibly hard in these last few weeks. Not only has he made it his mission to assist the organics in whatever capacity they need, but he's also seen to rationing what scant energon supplies they managed to bring with them before the Moira crashed.]

[As such, the Maximus Armor has been deemed for use only in 'extreme emergencies' as its fuel consumption is just not realistic enough to warrant its use at this time. That also means that the Maximus armor is largely unattended as Miminus goes about his duties.]

This will not do at all...

We need to find another source of energon, or we may not last.

[knaval]

Right? Like, it's not even hard to imagine! It's gross, but it's not hard!

[riptide flaps his hands at whirl.]

Stop it, I was thinking we could, I dunno. Decorate the Magnus armour. Tie Megatron up with tinsel or wreaths. There's kind of a lot of ways to do this.

[knaval]

THEN TECHNICALLY YOU'RE JUST SLEEPING AND I'M JUST THERE. THAT'S NOT SLEEPING WITH ME, SIDESWIPE.

[probably over someone who is actually trying to sleep.]

[redshitlord]

YOU SLEEP SOMETIMES! I HEAR YOU SNORE!

[They're probably yelling over the top of like three tents let's be real.]

[redshitlord]

Theeeeeeeeeeere's the weird purple water stuff.

[Says Sideswipe, who's currently sprawled on his back, head pillowed on his hands, and doing bicycle motions with his feet. He should probably be doing something more productive. But oh well, it's been a trying few weeks.]

It's gross but it works okay.

[knaval]

I'LL SNORE YOU YOU LITTLE RED ASS!

[HE'S STOMPING OVER BETTER RUN]