Sep. 22nd, 2014 03:56 am
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You know, it just occurred to me!

I'm over six million years old.

And organics don't live very long.

And I bet the others like me aren't quite that old either. So.

That makes me the oldest living thing here! Right?

I'm your elder. Everyone's elder.

Fear me!

[This important message brought to you by old-as-fuck Tailgate.]


Sep. 13th, 2014 11:04 pm
lyingheart: anonsanta, let me know who to credit! (calm | i've got no need for open roads)
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Busy day/night on here. Adding to it in brief:

1. Does anyone here know ballroom dance?

2. Is anyone willing to learn?

[ this is probably totally a genuine interest by Annie to learn some form of cultural dance relevant to the history of this world (no). or... it's a ruse related to tracking something else down involved with ballroom dancing (basically). ]
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[ The video clicks on to show a teenage boy sporting a black eye and a letterman jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a big letter 'R' on it, as well as a mildly derisive expression on his face. It's a well-crafted guarded look, closing his face off from giving much away about what he might be thinking in the disdainful nonchalance it conveys. ]

So, I think one of my favorite things about this place so far is how I managed to show up just in time to start up school. Again. Some sense of humor someone's got -- but hey, I'm not complaining.

[ There's good reason for why he's not, but that of course he doesn't mention; better to play it like he's too mature for that kind of nonsense. He flourishes with his hand in a theatrical sort of gesture before he goes on, and briefly his tattoo is visible -- although instead of REGISTERED it just reads REG, the rest covered up with an adhesive bandage.

He continues in a tone of mustered confidence, approximating the appropriate smug punch his follow-up really calls for:

I'm Reggie Mantle, and I'm not gonna ask about superpowers or trans-dimensional whatcha-call-it because I figure, real or unreal doesn't matter much if we're livin' it anyway. I got a better survey question from a homework assignment:

What do you hate? With a passion?
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[ A very lanky man with messy white hair appears, raking some of the strands away from his face in agitation, only to have them fall back into place. ]

I'm going to start by saying that the displacement of my natural body is severely upsetting my energies. I hate to be "that mech", but I honestly don't know how much more of this I can tolerate. My chakras are in disarray, I itch everywhere, I keep forgetting that breathing is a thing that needs to happen, and the apartment lobby won't even allow me to offer the service of optimizing the energy flow through the building! I'm just feeling a lot of aggression here and quite honestly I'm catching a lot of very uncomfortable vibes. Outside of being physically uncomfortable that is.

[ He pushes his hair back again, fussing, attempting to tuck it behind his ear to no avail. He dismisses it again in favor of continuing. ]

That does bring me to the point that my swords are still missing. I realize at this point? Wielding them isn't realistic, what with being a fraction of my regular size. Yes, sure, I get that, but I still like to have them. They're important. So if anyone happens to see any outstandingly large swords around, chances are they're mine. I'd appreciate if you contacted me. I can't offer much as a reward. Perhaps I could offer to lead you through a meditation session? Or cleanse your focal energy passages? Anyways, the point being, swords. Big ones.

[ He gestures, as to the size of the blades. Yes, very big. Like he was telling a big fish story or something. His hair falls back in his face and he huffs at it, growing increasingly more irritated as he attempts to arrange it again. ]

Also could someone lend me something to tie this back? Or better yet, something I can use to shave this all off? I can't stand all this fur!

[ Relenting, he shuts off the feed, and the audio cuts out mid-sigh. ]


Sep. 4th, 2014 11:42 pm
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Alright, so I blipped out and I blipped back and - surprise! - human! Can't say I'm, uh...excited about this development, but...well. Here we are. Don't worry though, I'm pretty sure I've got this organic thing on lock. Maybe.

That sa-aid, I've got this other....ehm....problem. Difficulty. More of a confusion. I've received my work assignment - which THAT is a complaint for a whole other day - and I need some information. About children. Don't tell me WHAT they are, I know that. They're the little pupa forms of humans. But beyond that....I dunno. Someone help me out here, what do you do with them. Are they self-maintaining? Do they have sentience or does that come later?


Sep. 3rd, 2014 04:56 pm
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Okay, no, seriously! How do you organics just not straight up die by existing?!

I banged my elbow on a table and my arm still hurts and then I was going through all the notes I had to take because this situation is just weird and I got this-- this little cut on my finger and it stings like crazy! Then I bit my tongue when I was trying to eat the first time and cripes!! I'm trying to prepare myself with a helmet and gloves and I'm seriously considering elbow and knee pads, but still! Everything is stupidly sensitive and fragile and I think I'm gonna die living like this.

This is it. I'm gonna die because someone crammed me into this meatsack body. I am so not ready for this kind of life.

Oh hell I'm leaking red stuff. What does that even mean? Why didn't this body come with an instruction manual?!

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Sep. 3rd, 2014 09:04 am
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[Good morning, Heropa. Greeting you today is a man with a bright smile and an even brighter shirt — aqua, with a tie that seems to match only in theory — and a look in his eye that twinkles with confidence and certainty. Yes, here is a man who is not at all questioning this place and its motives; here is a man who is totally okay with the situation in which he's found himself; here is a man who is a very good, very convincing faker.]

Greetings and salutations, fellow ImPorts! Allow me to introduce myself: Saul Goodman, attorney at law and soon-to-be judge. I want you all to be able to think of me as a resource — as someone whose purpose here is to assist where and when I can, at least as far as legal issues are concerned. For consultation purposes only, though; I won't... uh, really have the time to open my own practice here, unfortunately.

[And that does seem like something that upsets him, but he allows that emotion in for all of two seconds before dismissing it and focusing back on sounding genuine and honest. Which he is, to some degree. It's just... kind of rare, is all. But this is what happens when you don't want to upset your kidnappers: You do what you think you have to.]

Anyway, I'm gonna have to spend some time catching up on what's actually going on in this place, legally and politically speaking. There are other lawyers and legal professional-types around, right? We should chat. Oh, and for all you daytime TV-watchers —


Get used to seeing this face.
lyingheart: anonsanta, let me know who to credit! (back | they were kids that i once knew)
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[ The camera turns on, and for a moment attempts are made to find a point of focus: first the screen shows the top of Annie’s head and part of Reiner’s arm, then just Reiner, Bertholdt’s elbow -- each adjustment forces the others out of the frame. Finally the camera is pulled out further and, as they all stand assembled, Annie climbs on top of a chair that gives her enough height to be past even with Reiner’s shoulder, ending the camera’s focusing woes. Shortie. It’s Annie who starts speaking. ]

ImPorts. In light of recent circumstances, we’ve spoken with representatives of the United States military in regards to this announcement... and now we’re speaking to any interested as a courtesy.

My name is Annie Leonhart.       My name is Reiner Braun.       My name is Bertholdt Hoover.

this confession is riddled with spoilers for anime-only viewers and also is very long and very oh you silly teenagers so we hid it behind this cut because we love you )
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[ Guess who's stopped pretending not to be a giant robot? If your guess was Thundercracker, you'd be right. So here he is, in full robot glory, sitting on the rubble of what used to be his home. His trademarked expression of disinterest is still there, however. ]

I want a dog. [ What a great way to introduce himself properly. ] I had one back home - her name was Buster - and if I'm going to be stuck here then I want another one. But I don't want one exactly like her, just so she doesn't think I'm trying to replace her when I do go back home.

[ Which he's assuming will happen at some point in time. ]

So I'm asking for breed recommendations that aren't puggles. I've watched a lot of shows on Animal Planet so I've got a good idea of what to expect. Just want to know what other people recommend.

Guess I also need to find a new home. Something far away from here where I can be alone and people won't blow up my house.

[ Thanks Starscream. ]

Five new TV screens once I've got a new place. I'll send you the money and the address once I know.

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Jul. 10th, 2014 05:40 pm
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[There's a little girl grinning at the camera when the feed clicks on, waving enthusiastically. Her face and hands are covered in three different kinds of glitter, but luckily her adorable sweatshirt (it has giraffes on it) has miraculously managed to stay clean.]

Greetings, fellow heroes! My name's Mabel. I don't have a codename yet but I'm working on it! Along with-- [She reaches off screen to pull out a square of fabric covered in stickers and glitter.] --this! It's gonna be my cape when it's done.

Anyway, since I'm new to being a hero, I'm open to any advice my more experienced superfriends may have! Whether it's about capes or masks or where the craft store is. Especially that last part, since I'm almost out of stickers.

--and if anybody in house eighteen sees some pigs in the kitchen, don't worry. Those are the Waddles Juniors and they're with me. If they're down there they're just hungry.

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Jul. 10th, 2014 08:16 pm
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[Aaron Stack, singularly most advanced android every made, has Been Through This Shit Before. It wasn’t any more impressive the second time around. He didn’t feel any more inclined to care.

He was going to just wait it out. But he's getting bored, and curious, and suspicious of the quiet. And so-

At the risk of having a conversation I have had numerous times before, again- I still do not appreciate being repeatedly dragged into your silly fleshcapades. I have no need of your government oversight or blah blah meatsack safety regulations or whatever the thinly veiled justification is this time. Was it the Soviets? Please. If the Soviets are still givig you trouble, there no hope for you at all. And I liked my universe, you know. Danvers' inability to use Google Maps aside, it was fun. Lots of kicking and explosions and things that needed shooting.

But in the spirit of self-interest all you fleshies embrace, I’ve given it some thought and decided I am willing to extend the same offer I made SHIELD. If you can offer me suitable and fulfilling incentive and deliver a reasonably large amount of expensive imported beer on a daily basis, I will once again consider...well, whatever. To start, I want a Life Model Decoy pony this time. You do not get to question why.

[It's because he has a leftover cowboy hat from hunting zombies, mostly. And mostly to see what people think he will do with a pony.]

These are the only terms I will accept.
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[Someone...is not a happy camper. Granted, that's Metalhawk whenever something isn't going his way, anyone who knows him from his 'past life' will tell you. But today? He's going to be vocal about it. After learning basic human needs from many sources: Bumblebee, Trucy, Knock Out, and Ed to name a few...he's learned that humans are incredibly needy creatures, needing to eat more than once a day and in a regular schedule. It's been a learning experience to say the least.

It's not so much the habit itself. Metalhawk's used to consuming things for energy. But it's more like WHAT they consume.

So allow him to be his oh so charming self. ...Sigh.]

Good Evening citizens--[God you don't have to sound like a broadcast...] It's come to my attention that my stay here will be for an indeterminate amount of time. However, that's not why I'm broadcasting.

No, I'm broadcasting because of this.

[And he holds up what looks like a...wrapped hamburger. Like you'd get at a fast food joint. His other hand is reaching offscreen, holding back what seems to be a struggling person, the mutters of 'give it back!' and other such exclamations from our friendly neighborhood Bumblebee.]

Am I seriously finding out that humans consume other living creatures? Other creatures that show pain or pleasure?

[That certainly is Varying Shade of Unimpressed #45D on his face right now. And yes, this is apparently his problem.]

{ooc: Metalhawk and Bumblebee are stuck as human women for this post despite the robot, male icons!}
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[ The video clicks on to Starscream, standing tall and proud in his Cybertronian form, nasty little smirk on his face. There are two other giant robots a few feet behind him, obviously shorter than Starscream himself (though they bear a striking resemblance.) ]

Well humans. Now you're about to see the true might of the Decepticons, not the pathetic attempts at assimilation the other so-called Decepticons have been trying. [ He nods back to the other robots. ] Aren't they impressive? Your technology is primitive at best, but as you can see, I made it work--and I've managed to get my proper body back...with all its perks included.

[ Nasty grin on his face, Starscream points his fist towards what he believes is an empty warehouse (in actuality, it's Thundercracker's pad. Whoops.) Purple laser things that haven't entirely been explained by canon shoot out of his wrist and hit the warehouse, creating a pretty impressive explosion. Turning back to the camera, Starscream is all evil smirks. ]

It's no use to try and stop me, heroes! Your precious Porter will soon be mine and the Decepticon take-over of Earth will start again!

[ And then he finishes the video with a full tilt maniacal laugh, before clicking off the camera. ]

[Private to Thundercracker & Knock Out]
[ not really knowing that whoops, he totally shot a missile at Thundercracker's house, Starscream clicks on this private channel to talk to his fellow Decepticons. ]

I expect you two to either join up with me and the new Decepticon army or stay out of the way. Needless to say, if either of you try to stop me, I suppose I'll just have to blow you to pieces myself.


Jun. 12th, 2014 01:38 pm
paintjobs: how many memes can i cram into these keywords (h: bitching intensifies)
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Alright, alright! I give up. I've changed forms once here, so I know it's possible, but I — [ hhhrrrgh he hates to admit this ] —can't do it on my own. Voluntarily, if you will.

This human body has lost any novelty it might have had [ which was none ] and I'm looking for anyone with tips. What is it some of you fleshies do... meditation? Would that help? I'm getting desperate. And, Danger, you need not apply. As well-meant as an answer of "I can do it but I have no idea how I do it" may be, it's not quite helpful.

It looks like we're getting a few more Cybertronians around here, is that right? Well, if any of you can figure out the change, feel free to let me know. I can make it worthwhile to share the wealth. If you're about as lost as I am, though... well. Good luck.

And, finally, if you're not going to be of any help at all, then at least tell me your favorite food. You wouldn't believe how exhausting it is to keep trying new foods, with no idea which one will be unexpectedly awful.


Jun. 7th, 2014 12:31 am
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Although I’ve been on Earth for several years, this is my first time visiting Florida, and so far I think it fails to live up to its hype. I have seen no alligators, no out of control students on spring break (or the required breaking of things), escaped exotic animals, giant mice, or the Man-Thing. Although there are plenty of flipflops, so at least I was not misled on that point.

Disappointment aside, in an effort to get into the Florida spirit I have uncovered several examples of what I believe to be native Florida and beach music. At least that’s the claim my research uncovered, in regards to Jimmy Buffett. I can sort of appreciate his aesthetic, I guess. He has a distinctive sound. Given that there is no tectonic activity anywhere along the Atlantic coast of Florida or in the Gulf, I am not sure where volcanoes came into anything, but I can see why if you lived on a tiny island you might take to drinking excessive amounts of margaritas, so I have decided to give it a pass for now.

However, it seems objectively obvious that the Beach Boys do it better. All the songs don't sound the same and feature something beyond what I assume is a midlife crisis based around drinking and wishing you could sit on a beach all day. Presume I am not wrong about what a mid-life crisis is. They actually celebrate a party beach spirit and attempt to actually vary tempo at times, which I did not realize would be so appreciated until I sat through someone's interpretation of Jimmy Buffet's Best Hits.

See attached short playlists for comparison.

While I finish going through their complete repertoire, I'm taking suggestions for new music. I've hit all the major artists in blues, country, current pop, rap, and R&B, and the beginnings and basics of classic rock, but primarily all produced by the United States and Britain. Suggestions for variety would be appreciated.

wasting away again.rar
1. Margaritaville
2. Fins
3. Boat Drinks
4. Volcano
5. Cheeseburger in Paradise

wouldn't it be nice.rar
1. Barbara Ann
2. Wouldn't It Be Nice
3. Sufin' USA
4. Kokomo
5. Sail On Sailor

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Jun. 5th, 2014 10:06 pm
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[You know what Metalhawk really doesn't want to deal with right now? A lot of things. His bucket list for the day started off with 'recovering from death' (that's a story in itself) and ended in 'alive but somehow within a human body'. Or at least...he thinks it's human. He's ever really seen one up close until now. His mind's practically racing as he flexes his fingers, seeing if they're actually functional as he tries to think of how this could have happened. The last thing he remembers is being on Cybertron--Starscream firing that gun at him. Feeling the surge hit his spark.

And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?

Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.

Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.

It seemed to be for communication...now he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.

That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]

So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.

[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]

My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this.  So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.

[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]

Thank you for your time.

[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]

Now how do I turn this thing off...
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[ The video clicks on to Freddie, frowning at the camera, still dressed for winter, black beanie hat perched on her head. Frown on her face, she gives the camera a small nod, trying not to show just how freaked out she is.

Because spoilers: Freddie's pretty freaked out.

I've just got two questions. [ for now, at least. ] One, what's this nonsense about super powers? And two... [ now her expression changes to something that's purely 'I can't believe this shit.' ] who knows anything about dogs?
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I've got to agree with the other person I saw on here that this file business? Very creepy. There's some stuff on this medical file that I know Fixit never had a chance to add. It's way too detailed for me to be comfortable with. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that I don't have a huge gaping hole in my chest, but kind of sketchy.

Actually, what I'm looking for is to know about this whole thing about working with the military. I've been down that road before and the results weren't exactly pretty. Still, I'm trying to keep an open mind about it since it's kind of nice to not be shot at by humans for a change, but I want to make an informed choice. Any help would be appreciated.

Other than that? Name's Bumblebee.

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May. 13th, 2014 09:46 am
screenplays: cahill (UHHHHH)
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Completely normal, average native to your planet, Earth [ That's nonthreatening, right? ] asking for recommendations on television shows. I like medical dramas. Anything with classic 'handsome human male meets beautiful human female and proceed to deny romantic feelings over nine seasons' will receive priority.

I also need someone to pick up the three television screens I ordered online. They won't deliver to an 'unknown address'. Money's not a problem, I can pay.

[ So what if everyone else is concerned with other things? Thundercracker certainly doesn't care. ]
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[to Starscream's credit, he is not going into straight up yelling (yet). however, his voice is tense, as if he's trying his hardest not to yell at the device.]

I just have one small question that our captors forgot to tell me during that brief little question and answer session I received after being rudely kidnapped and taken away from my operations...why am I suddenly an ORGANIC?!

[yeah nope, that last part was total yelling. a for effort, Starscream. there's a worn-out siiiiigh, as if being Starscream is suffering.]

As if being told to be a 'hero' wasn't ridiculous enough, that accursed machine has the gall to turn me into a human! [siiiiigh. and then, almost under his breath,] This is utterly demeaning.


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