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Wednesday, October 10th, 2007
12:14 am	More SE goodness. Someone aggravated Traipse. Mayhem thus ensued. Have I mentioned I love this place? I took the OOC out (since it was pretty long anyways.) Hushabye: *sighes and walks behind bar, tilting head at the mess behind it* Donovan Allen: *keeps tossing the napkin ball up* Donovan Allen: *accidentally misses and it rolls away from the booth* Traipse: *catches it between two talon-tips* Maybe you should ask Penelope for a ball like Rurik's, Donovan. Donovan Allen: I really should. Traipse: *offers it* Donovan Allen: *takes it* Thanks Traipse Traipse: Not at all. Hushabye: *inspects the sink, curling face up into a snarl of distain, then peeking over the bar with a wicked grin* Umbra: *Warbles curiously* Donovan Allen: Though Penny wouldn't give me one, probably be scared I might throw it at a Decepticon and start World War Three in here Barricade: *looks at Umbra at the sound, then follows his line of sight to Hushabye* Donovan Allen: *grins at Traipse* Permafrost: *snerk* Traipse: *smiles* Donovan Allen: I would never do that... okay maybe I would, but it would be for a good reason Donovan Allen: Or at least a reason that sounded good to me Barricade: Any good reason to up and get killed, right? Barricade: Seems to be a trend for you. Donovan Allen: *looks over at Barricade* You want an excuse to kill me? Traipse: *quietly* Don..... Donovan Allen: *looks over at Traipse* Sorry Hushabye: *scoops up some of the sink slime, nearly gagging (or whatever they do thats like it) in the prossess and aiming it at don and hurtling it at him* Donovan Allen: I'm working on it Donovan Allen: *suddenly is splattered with a ton of slime!!!!!!!* Donovan Allen: GAH! Hushabye: *cackles wildly* Donovan Allen: *stares daggers at Hushabye*\ Traipse: *freezes for a split second* Donovan Allen: *yells unintelligibly and gets up angrily on his cane* Traipse: *stands up very slowly, optics blazing* Donovan Allen: *falls off the booth as he tries to get up from his seat* Barricade: *makes an amused but disgusted face and trill-laughs at Donovan* Hushabye: *continues in a fit of laughter, propping self up on bar* Permafrost: *gets up and goes to Don's side* Donovan Allen: *pulls himself to a sitting position and attempts to get up* Traipse: *slowly advancing on Hushabye* Tell me, GROUNDER, why you would attack one of my wingmates in front of me. Permafrost: *is speechless in this kind of situation* Donovan Allen: *tries to rub crap off of his face* Hushabye: *calms self and looks up to traipse, bursting into a fit of laughter again* "b-because its helarous" Traipse: *is still steadily advancing on Hushabye* Permafrost: You didn't hurt your ankle when you fell, did you? Barricade: *watches with interest* Hushabye: *holds his, still very much laughing, ground* Donovan Allen: *looks up at Permafrost, and looks rather pitiful as he is angry and covered in crap with an injured ankle* Traipse: *steps within reach of Hushabye, but keeps advancing* Donovan Allen: ... I don't know... *ankle hurts just a twinge* Traipse: So it is humor you seek? Hushabye: *chuckles at traipse, clearly not intimidated* "whats it to you?" Permafrost: *actually looks genuinely sympathetic, if somewhat subtlely* Donovan Allen: *eyes are still blazing with anger and confusion* Traipse: *lunges forward to pin Hushabye to the bar by his HEAD, hissing like a burst pipe* I'm good at seeking..... Traipse: .... let me help you see some humor! Donovan Allen: *his cane has skittered across the floor just out of reach of Donovan* Donovan Allen: *mutters* Looks like I will have to do some laundry soon... Permafrost: *reaches for it easily and hands it to him* Umbra: *moves away from where Traipse is pinning Hush* Donovan Allen: Thanks Permafrost Permafrost: Yeah, I think you should probably bring half your wardrobe with you when you come here. Barricade: *ditto as Umbra, but in the other direction* Permafrost: *dampens her olfactory senses* Hushabye: *grinns to traipse, a mild look in his eyes, placing his hands on his the flyers wings* Donovan Allen: *feels a bit embaressed, and his cheeks are red from anger and embaressment* Donovan Allen: *wipes some crap from his face with the back of his hand* Donovan Allen: What IS this stuff?! Traipse: *looks flatly at Hush as he feels the grip on the fragile surface* Go ahead, Grounder. *slides his talons down to Hushabye's optics* Perhaps then it will sink in, when I say you attacked my wingmate. Traipse: Go ahead, break them. Barricade: *sniffs the air and scowls* Appears to be a combination of stagnant water, long fermented alcohols, energeron in its jelly-state-gone-bad, and...well, upchuck remnants. *malicious grin* Permafrost: ...you dont' want to know. Donovan Allen: ....*mutters* Lovely Permafrost: *glares at Barricade before rolling her optics at him* Umbra: *makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat* Barricade: You smell like a dumpster. Donovan Allen: I must really smell bad. Donovan Allen: *mutters* Gee thanks Permafrost: I dampened my olfactory senses. Donovan Allen: *looks up at Permafrost and can't help but laugh* Hushabye: *digs claws into traipse's wings, snarling at the feeling of his abused optics* "lets just see how you work without your wings then? Permafrost: Let's get you hosed down. Donovan Allen: *looks over at Traipse and Hushabye* Traipse! Stop! Donovan Allen: Hushabye stop it Donovan Allen: You had your fun Donovan Allen: *pushes self up with the cane* Traipse: *shrills in pain, and digs his talons into Hushabye's optics* I will still be standing, Grounder. Traipse: Let's see how well you do without these.... Donovan Allen: GUYS! Stop it! Permafrost: *holds out her hand for Donovan to walk on...* Barricade: Hushabye,....I'd back off if I were you. Donovan Allen: *looks at Permafrost* You don't want this stuff on you do you? Permafrost: No, I don't, but you'll slip and fall. So get on before I change my mind. Permafrost: I can rinse it off later. Donovan Allen: *gets onto her hand careful not to get too much of the stuff on her* Permafrost: *eyeridge twitches slightly, but has otherwise steeled herself* Donovan Allen: You don't have to do this. Hushabye: *growls, ignoring barricade* i have other sences flyer, i can make due with what others couldnt Donovan Allen: I could just crawl to the bathroom Permafrost: You've already got that crap on my hands. Permafrost: Of course I'm gonna go through with it. Permafrost: Right. Because you want to make your situation even more humiliating than it already is. Permafrost: Not a chance. Donovan Allen: Well. Thank you. *is still rather embaressed about the way he smells* Permafrost: *heads outside with Donovan to rinse him, and her hands off >.O* Traipse: *through the pain* Good to know, I'll just dig deeper. *YANKS!* Hushabye: *howls, digging his claws into his wings and yanking to, then kicking him away with a wild screech* Traipse: *shrieks and loses his grip on Hushabye, snarling curses* Hushabye: *screeches and backs up, holding optics* Barricade: *whrfs* Traipse: *leans back, glaring at Hushabye, and fires his turbines to their loudest revv before lunging at him* Umbra: *growl-hisses at Hush* Hushabye: *hears the turbines, snarling and jumping off to the side, transforming left hand into spike* Barricade: *glances at Umbra* I don't think that particular piece of my advice was unwarranted, was it? Permafrost: *enters none too quickly and makes a beeline (side stepping the fight) for the little Femme's room to wash her hands* Donovan Allen: *hobbles in with a new change of clothes, and with hair still wet from being sprayed down with a HOSE!!!* Donovan Allen: *sees the fight* Hey guys! COOL IT! Donovan Allen: It's fine! Traipse: *goes right past Hush, kills the turbines in a moment and throws himself low, aiming a kick at Hush' knee* Donovan Allen: *mutters under his breath* Shit shit shit shit Donovan Allen: *yells* STOP IT GUYS! Donovan Allen: CHILL! Umbra: *glances over at Barricade* No. No, it really wasn't... Hushabye: *snarls feeling the blow to his knees, unable to sence that particular attack. he growled and lunged to where he felt the kick come from, slamming his spike down and slashing wildly* Donovan Allen: *keeps standing near the doorway, leaning against his cane* Stop it guys! Barricade: They're obviously not listening to you. Donovan Allen: *looks over at Barricade and sighs* So it would seem Traipse: *shrills again in pain as the blade cuts into his armor, grips Hush's wrist and yanks him the HELL down, digging his talons in as deeply as he can* Mine now, Grounder. Donovan Allen: *remains standing near the door* Hushabye: *breifly turns attention to donvan* shuddup human! *yelles and pulls back on his arm, curling his body down and clawing at him with his back feet* "we'll just see about that flyer" Permafrost: *re-enters the bar and stays well out of the way of the fight and she makes her way by Donovan* Umbra: *tilts head* ...should we break them up? Donovan Allen: *remains standing, watching and hating that he can't do anything about it* Permafrost: Unless Traipse is in trouble, I won't do anything. Barricade: Do you think we can without getting beaten to slag? *whrrs at Umbra* Permafrost: This was his choice and his fight. Donovan Allen: *looks up at Permafrost* Did the smell come out? Traipse: *hisses at the claws digging at his armor but refuses to let go, dragging at Hushabye so he can wrap his free hand, talons-first, around the other's THROAT* Umbra: *sizes up the situation* You're the elite, you tell me... Permafrost: *resets senses to normal* There's still a bit on you, but you're good for the most part. Donovan Allen: That's a relief. *smiles half heartedly* Did you get it off of your hand? Hushabye: *gives a screeching cry to the hand wrapped around his troat, aiming his spike where he guessed his shoulder would be and slashing down, unkowing if he hit his mark or not for the moment* Barricade: *eyes the larger mech* If we go about it right, yes. *stands up straight* Take him from behind, go for the throat, and don't let him grab you. Permafrost: Yes, thank Primus Permafrost: Don't kill him! Traipse: *snarls at the spike digging into his arm and slashing through his wing and TWISTS Hush's arm as hard as he can* Donovan Allen: Oh shit *feels a little sick from seeing a friend being hurt by another* Umbra: *tilts his head* All right... I don't suppose it could hurt. Much. Umbra: *vaults off the bar* Hushabye: *snarls like a wild animal, slamming his spike forward and digging it into his chest armor, twisting it around as he felt diffrent components twist and tear* Barricade: Much. *moves around Traipse's back......LEAPS at him with a snarl and sinks claws of one hand into a wing, the other lashing around for his throat* Donovan Allen: *winces at the crashing of the robots* Permafrost: Slaggit Donovan Allen: Crap crap crap crap crap Permafrost: *runs to and dives to tackle Barricade* Traipse: *SHRIEKS in pain and surprise, kicking Hush off without letting go of his throat, tearing whatever he can in the process before scrambling madly to one knee* Donovan Allen: *watches the all out brawl* Donovan Allen: *backs away a bit* Umbra: *hits Traipse a moment later, grabbing hold and pulling him back* Hushabye: *snarls and lunches on traipse again, tackling him around the middle and slashing at anything and everything he could* Umbra: *from behind Traipse, fixes a malevolent glare on Hush* YOU BACK OFF! Barricade: *HUARG -- yanked off of Traipse by a...fifteen foot female* Barricade: *tries to pin her, viciously, being the bigger, stronger entity* Traipse: *digs his talons into the back of Hushabye's neck and pushes DOWN with one hand and UP with the other* MY wingmate! I'll have your HEAD, Grounder! Permafrost: *pins her legs back for leverage and uses her momentum to try and flip him over* Donovan Allen: *crawls under table trying to figure out what he can do* Permafrost: his* Barricade: *uses that momentum to roll over and onto his feet* *leaps back at Traipse, claws aimed for teh back of his head* Donovan Allen: *climbs back out, deciding hiding under a table is not good* Donovan Allen: *just stands there and watches* Umbra: *sinks claws and fangs in for a better grip, HEAVING back* Barricade: *hits him and grabs and PULLS back in tandem with Umbra* Hushabye: *slamms his spike into traipse's side, twisting and tossing his entire upperbody like an enraged crocodile* "ill rip out your slagging spark autobot!" Barricade: HUSHABYE STAND DOWN OR I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF> Barricade: . Hushabye: *growls at barricade* "IN A MOMENT!" Traipse: *howls in pain, smiles ferally down, grips Hushabye's elbow joint with both hands and TWISTS* Umbra: *snarls but doesn't DARE let go of Traipse* HE SAID BACK OFF! Hushabye: *screams feeling the arm go useless, a feral growl forming in his throat as he clawed at his throat with his other hand, fingers entangling in the wireing and circutry* (tis okies traipse^^) Donovan Allen: *just stands there, rather shocked by the entire brawl* Barricade: ......*jumps off, moves to the side and sends his fist SAILING for the side of Hush's head* Umbra: *yelps and clamps down harder, still trying to drag Traipse back* Hushabye: *goes flying, skidding half way across the bar. laying there dazed for a moment by the powerhouse blow* Traipse: *goes down on one knee, halfway supported by Umbra's grip on him* Donovan Allen: *backs up quickly as Hushabye falls closer to him* Barricade: *turns to Traipse who is now rather precariously leaning over him and braces one hand on the larger mechs chest* No passing out on the damned, Saleen, Autobrat. Permafrost: *rushes to Traipse's side* Barricade: damned Saleen* Hushabye: *pulls out of scrambled prosessors lightly* slaggin idiot Umbra: *props Traipse up, not letting him topple* Donovan Allen: *backs slowly away from Hushabye* Permafrost: *helps with steadying him up* Donovan Allen: Traipse? Donovan Allen: *hobbles slowly toward them* Are you okay? Donovan Allen: *is incredibly concerned about Traipse* Barricade: *gaze snaps at Hushabye, forgets about Traipse and marches over to him* And you -- *winds up and aims one vengeful chrome fist for Hush's face* -- LISTEN TO MY ORDERS WHEN I FUCKING GIVE THEM. Hushabye: *growls, waiting for barricades attack* Donovan Allen: *hobbles over to Traipse* Traipse? Are you all right Donovan Allen: *stares at him in worry* Traipse: *is still making angry/hurt whistling sounds* Hushabye: or wait...did he throw the punch or not? *confuzzled* D8] Barricade: (yes he did xD) Donovan Allen: Traipse? Hushabye: (^^; mah bad, scratch my last post then) **howls feeling the blow and lapsing into darkness* (Ko'd) Donovan Allen: *puts hand on Traipse's arm lightly* Permafrost: *grimaces in concern* Donovan Allen: *whispers* Shit Traipse: *leans down on Umbra* Get me upright, Umbra. Barricade: *flexes claws and turns towards the flier and the Pontiac* Donovan Allen: *sees Cade looking toward them and unconsciously moves to put himself between Traipse and Cade* Permafrost: I can't fix all of this... Umbra: *warbles worriedly, bracing Traipse* Donovan Allen: Traipse... I'll be right back... I'm going to go and find Stress Proof, or Ranger, or someone. Donovan Allen: I swear I will be back. Permafrost: *steadily and carefully drags Traipse back to their booth* Donovan Allen: *hobbles quickly out the door to go find someone who can help* Barricade: *amused look* Traipse: *sits down, winces, then looks around in alarm* DONOVAN! Umbra: *Carefully helps Perry move him* Umbra: *whuffs* He'll be fine, Traipser. Umbra: He went for a medic. For you, this time. Permafrost: Yeah, so shut up and save your strength. Warbird: *ducks head in and looks around* Barricade: *whuffs* Donovan Allen: *is yelling around outside* Umbra: *finally lets go of Traipse, limping off to nurse a twisted joint* Donovan Allen: Outside: *hobbles further away from the bar, searching for someone* Traipse: But... Barricade: *poking Hushabye* Donovan Allen: Outside: *sees Stress Proof* Donovan Allen: Outside: Stress Proof! Hushabye: *still unconcious* Donovan Allen: Outside: *hobbles quickly over to Stress Proof* Permafrost: *freezes some mech fluid veins to stop the bleeding* Donovan Allen: Outside: *out of breath* you have to come with me Umbra: *stretches out in another booth, ventilation systems circulating hard* Barricade: ....<_< *picks up Hushabye by the back of the head and dumps him facefirst into the same sink he'd gotten the sludge from* Donovan Allen: *comes hobbling back in out of breath* C'mon Stress Proof, he is in here! Stress Proof: Who is? Donovan Allen: *whispering* shit shit please be okay Stress Proof: *stares about him in momentary shock* Hushabye: *groans, waking up and noting the sink with a growl, pushing off and slumping to the floor* Donovan Allen: TRAIPSE!!!!!!!! Barricade: *glares at Hushabye* Donovan Allen: *trips and falls, but doesn't care* Traipse: Donovan! Donovan Allen: Over here Stress Proof Hushabye: *has no clue what direction to glare to, so glares up, tring to get prossessors functional again* Donovan Allen: *points at where Traipse is* Donovan Allen: *pushes himself back up with his cane for support* Donovan Allen: *hobbles over to Traipse* I got help Donovan Allen: *out of breath* Stress Proof: *sighs tiredly* Who's Senior Officer here? Barricade: For which team? Stress Proof: I'm a medic, I don't care. Who's the priority? Donovan Allen: *is still breathing hard* Traipse: *reaches a talon towards Donovan* Permafrost: He is *points to Traipse* Donovan Allen: *looks over at Traipse and manages a small smile* Now... you have... to see.... a doctor Donovan Allen: *hobbles over to Traipse* Are... you.... okay? Traipse: *smiles, holding very still* Yes. Donovan Allen: You... better.... be Stress Proof: *looks at Permafrost and makes his way to the table,glaring tiredly at Traipse * What did he do, fly through a shredder? Vertigo: *climbs in from the roof, walks along the ceiling* Donovan Allen: *looks up at Proof* You can help him right? Barricade: He met a very stupid comrade of mine. Donovan Allen: Right? Umbra: *stretches out in the booth with a huff* Hushabye: *growls from behind bar at barricade* Stress Proof: *considers* I can fix the armor, and the joint.... but he needs replacement sheeting for his wings and there's plenty broken in his torso. Donovan Allen: *moves out of the way for Proof to get closer* Vertigo: *is on ceiling right above Donovan's head* ...CHIRP? *blinkblink* Donovan Allen: *looks up and falls again in startlement* Umbra: *hears the chirp and focuses his optics upward* Stress Proof: No flying for him anytime soon. Donovan Allen: *stays on the ground staring up at Vertigo* Stress Proof: *looks up tiredly, notices Vertigo, returns to his work* Barricade: *growls right back* Look at yourself, slagsucker, and think next time before engaging an enemy that is ten feet taller than you. Vertigo: *falls from ceiling, twists midair, lands with a crash next to Donovan* *cocks head* Chirp? Donovan Allen: *feels sick with worry* Donovan Allen: *stares at the drone, not knowing what to say or do* Hushabye: *crains audios to the conversation, catching what he could and glowering in the general direction of barricade* slag off Donovan Allen: ...*whispers* Hello? Permafrost: *spares a momentary glance at Vertigo, but otherwise doesn't take her eyes off Traipse* Traipse: *stares warily at the drone* Barricade: Or shall I just send your brain sailing for Taiwan again? *glares over the bar at hush* Donovan Allen: *can't see Traipse as he is blocked by Stress Proof and Permafrost* Vertigo: *approaches Don curiously* *blinkblink* *sticks out tongue to lick Don's arm* Donovan Allen: *doesn't know what to do* Donovan Allen: *stares at the drone* Hushabye: *growls again, though dosent attempt to move feeling crushed in knee and useless arm, and procedes to not answer barricade* Umbra: *snickers wearily at Hush* Barricade: Good dog. *turns away from Hush to watch the....creature?* Stress Proof: *kneels to work on Traipse's knee* Stress Proof: No repair bay, no repair parts... Hushabye: *turns a snarl to umbra, then to barricade, muttering a few colorful choise curses to self* Stress Proof: Honestly, why don't I just throw my tools at the bottom of a lake... Vertigo: *nudges Don with her head* Chirp? *stares at him curiously* Donovan Allen: *reaches out to touch Vertigo* Vertigo: *jerks back, blinks at hand...sticks out tongue to lick it* Donovan Allen: *allows Vertigo to lick his hand* Donovan Allen: *a shadow of a smile appears* Donovan Allen: Who are you? Stress Proof: *stands up after finishing some emergency repairs* Ok, he's walking wounded now. Who's next? *turns to look at Hushabye* Donovan Allen: *looks up at Stress Proof* Is he going to be all right? Donovan Allen: *voice cracks just a little* Stress Proof: *to Donovan* He's walking wounded - that means he has some major damage, but it is not currently critical. Vertigo: *lays head on Don, curls body and tail around him* *goes to sleep* Hushabye: *has audios perked all the way forward, frustratedly glaring at nothing infront of him* ((he be behind the bar)) Donovan Allen: *looks down at Vertigo and feels very much comforted by the drone's presence* Stress Proof: *approaches Hushabye* Well, at least you're standing. Barricade: Let him suffer, medic. Donovan Allen: Traipse? How are you feeling? *voice is cracking a little bit* Stress Proof: *stares at Barricade* Are you his commanding officer? Barricade: Yes. I am. Hushabye: *feels the dirty ground below him* standing...how am i standing? *pointedly glares in barricades direction* Traipse: I'm fine, Donovan. Really, I am. Donovan Allen: *mutters* You better be you big bird Stress Proof: Ok, then, slag off. *moves to Hushabye* Stress Proof: Well, I can't fix your optics. Were you trying to do maintenance on them yourself? Donovan Allen: *sits there hoping Traipse will be okay* Barricade: *stands between Proof* You have no jurisdiction, Autobot. Barricade: Proof and Hush* Hushabye: *twists head in proof's direction* "once i get my prossessors working yes..." Donovan Allen: Traipse, you shouldn't have done that. I was okay... Donovan Allen: You could have been killed Stress Proof: You have an injured mech. I am a Field Medic. Would you like to reconsider your statement? Permafrost: *watches Traipse like a hawk* Donovan Allen: And now you won't be able to fly Donovan Allen: for a while Stress Proof: Now please move aside, you're in my way. Permafrost: He'll regenerate his wings. Barricade: No. I would not. You are a medic of the opposing faction and I ultimately decide what does or does not happen to my troops. Leave the idiot to suffer for his stupidity and learn something from it. Donovan Allen: *realizes his ankle is hurting a horrible amount from running on it to find a medic. The adrenaline has left his body* Donovan Allen: *closes his eyes in physical and emotional pain* Donovan Allen: Dammit Traipse. Stress Proof: Oh, for Primus' sake *sighs tiredly and turns to Hush* I'll be outside. Umbra: *sits up enough to look over the back of the seat at Donovan* Donovan Allen: *is still on the ground* Hushabye: *he growled soflty in barricades direction, his audios completely perked forward* "and just how will i get there?" Vertigo: *perks up* *peers back at Umbra* Chirp? Donovan Allen: *with Vertigo wrapped around him* Umbra: *Warbles softly at Vertigo* Barricade: *smirks, and then turns around to Hush* That is your problem. Traipse: *offers a hand to Donovan without a word* Donovan Allen: *hopes no one notices that his ankle is throbbing horribly and is worried sick about Traipse* Stress Proof: *pointedly steps out and can be seen waiting outside before the door closes* Donovan Allen: *keeps his eyes closed and thus doesn't see the hand* Vertigo: *tilts head at Umbra* *sends silent internal communication to Umbra* I am Vertigo. Who are you? It is warm here. Hushabye: *growls deeply, reaching up with good arm to bar and hoisting self up, gingerly setting injured leg on bar and hissing at the pain* Vertigo: *still curled around Don* Barricade: *glares pointedly at Hushabye* Donovan Allen: *hisses quietly when his ankle gives a very painful throb* Umbra: *tilts head at Vertigo, responding over the internal comm* I am Umbra. Donovan Allen: *opens his eyes and stares at Traipse* Donovan Allen: You better be okay Traipse: Donovan? Hushabye: *he gave a few curious clicks, noting how he could semi tell where basic forms where from the sounds he heard back, gingerly limping forward* Traipse: *still has his hand open before Don* Donovan Allen: *looks at his hand and smiles a little* Nah uh. You gotta rest. Traipse: There is nothing wrong with my hand. Donovan Allen: *looks at Vertigo helplessly* Vertigo: *blinks back at Don at his hiss* Chirp? *sounds worried* Donovan Allen: Care to join me gecko? Donovan Allen: *gestures to Traipse's hand* Vertigo: *blinks at Traipse* *sends internal communication* I am Vertigo. Who are you? *tilts head at Don* He is warm. I like warm. Umbra: Her name is Vertigo, Donovan. *smiles slightly, folding his forearms across the back of the seat* Donovan Allen: *shrugs at Traipse, wondering if the gecko can talk* Hushabye: *growls and clicks again, passing barricade (or what he presumed as such) with a glower, heading out to the door* Donovan Allen: *looks up at Umbra and smiles* Thanks Umbra, Well... Vertigo, do you mind if I move to another spot? Barricade: *lets him go* Vertigo: *uncurls, waves tail a little* Chirp? Donovan Allen: *crawls into Traipse's hand* Hushabye: *limps out the door without a word, passing the medic stubbornly* Current Mood: amused Current Music: Opaline, by Casey Stratton (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 7th, 2007
10:35 pm	This is why I love S:E.... I'm playing in a Forum RPG centered around the Transformers movie. The site's name is Survival: Earth, and is run by some awesome people and populated by even awesome-er people. We have a new IC bar, and this is a transcript of what happened on opening night (I'm Traipse, by the by): Umbra: *snags a bottle* *looks at it, then Barricade* Warbird: *ducks in, observing his surroundings* Donovan Allen: *looks up at Umbra and murmurs* Uh oh Barricade: *eyes Umbra* Donovan Allen: *looks over and nods to Warbird a greeting* Umbra: *innocence!* Traipse: *nods politely to Warbird, turns to watch what Donovan's watching* Barricade: *haet!* Umbra: *...what the hell. Nobody's buying it, anyway* *empties the contents of the bottle over Barricade's head* Hushabye: *nods to warbird as he enters, feels the hate radiating off of barricade and grins* Barricade: .......! Barricade: *DIVES AT UMBRA, cursing rather colorfully* Donovan Allen: *stifles laugh* Traipse: *facepalms* Umbra: *DARTS AWAY* Barricade: *gives CHASE* Donovan Allen: *keeps watching, highly amused* Hushabye: *cackles at barricade, stading up* Umbra: Think of it this way, 'Cade! You're delicious now! Barricade: You're deliciously dead! *drops a gryoflail -- spikes not extended -- and swings it at Umbra's legs* Hushabye: *cracks up at umbras comment* Hushabye: Barricade...just think of it as a dose of happy Traipse: *is shaking in silent laughter* Penny Feely: *peeks in* Umbra: *YELPS!* Donovan Allen: *begins laughing* Donovan Allen: *sees Penny* Hey Penny Barricade: *TACKLE!* Donovan Allen: *can't stop laughing* Penny Feely: *eyes violence* Oh good...things are normal. Traipse: Hello, Penny. Umbra: *goes tumbling!* *bites Barricade's arm* Hushabye: *walks over to the general vicinity of the quarally barricade and umbra, curious* Barricade: *attempts strangulation!* Hushabye: *leans on bar, half tempted to try and seperate the two. decides againsed it for the moment* Umbra: *attempts to claw out optics!* Donovan Allen: So much for less hatred. Donovan Allen: *refering to a statement made earlier* Hushabye: *snickers to donovan* no..this is their way of showing they care ((yup he shoots his mouth off alot)) Barricade: Grah! *grabs a crate of glass bottles and dumps it on Umbra's face, shattering the bottles in the process* Barricade: *jumps up and over the bar with a snarl* Umbra: *shakes head to clear the broken glass away* Umbra: *DIVES after Barricade* Hushabye: *looks at barricade* You DO need some happy time... Barricade: *scrambles backwards, claws aimed for Umbra's face* Traipse: *absentmindedly* -Some- happy time? Umbra: *stops short, bristling and baring his fangs* Hushabye: *looks over to traipse, gesturing to barricade* hes all to grumpy...he needs to be cheere up some... Traipse: *to Hushabye* I was not disputing the need, just the quantity. Barricade: *looks about ready to tear a busload of preschoolers apart, growling deep in his chest* Donovan Allen: *is slightly worried by the expression on Cade's face* Umbra: *feints to the left* Barricade: *snarls and circles to the right* Umbra: *LUNGES* Hushabye: *watches while chuckling at the fight* My how things get exciting fast Barricade: *lurches to the right, swiping at Umbra's side* Donovan Allen: *continues to watch* Umbra: *yowls!* Umbra: *grabs for his arm* Barricade: *is caught, but swings his fist down at the top of Umbra's head with the other arm* Donovan Allen: *winces* Umbra: *turns and takes the blow to the shoulder, and moves to throw Barricade* Barricade: *grunts and recognizes the motion -- after millennia of having Bee throw him like a frisbee he'd figured it out* *GRABS onto Umbra's upper arm armor, so that if he gets tossed, Umbra stands a hgih chance of losing that piece* Umbra: *snarls - and decides to risk it, pitching him down the bar and losing armor plating in the process DX* Hushabye: *watches with intrest and winces at the loss of armor* Donovan Allen: *also winces* Donovan Allen: *to Traipse* Will Umbra be all right with that part torn off? Traipse: *flinches* Barricade: *CRASH -- shit breaks as he topples over the other side of the bar* Traipse: *to Donovan, absentmindedly* Depends on how accurate Barricade can be. Barricade: *jumps back up ontop of the bar and bristles* Hushabye: *debates again splitting the two apart, absently looking at the torn piece of armor on the floor* Umbra: *leaps up on the bar, growling and bristling* Barricade: *lunges at him, aiming to claw his goddamned face off* Traipse: *reconsiders* Or how sturdy the bar is.... Umbra: *leaps for him, talons extended and fangs bared* Barricade: *they meet not so nicely in the middle* *scrabbles for his face and neck, snarling and spitting angrily* Umbra: *grapples* *snaps his jaws in Barricade's face, trying to force him back and down* Warbird: *settles and munches on energon bites, watching* I did not know Cybertronians still engaged in thsi arena fighting. Fascinating. Will it be weekly? Hushabye: *leans back away from the spat* its like the cybertronian version of a dog fight... Traipse: *focused on the fighting* Likely daily. Barricade: *goes back, but refuses to lean down* *tries to grab a hold of Umbra's neck-workings and lifts a foot, kicking out for his gut* Warbird: Can we take bets? Traipse: *perks up and turns to Warbird* Such as? Warbird: As to who will back down first. Traipse: I meant betting what. Warbird: Oh, I don't know. IOUs? Umbra: *jerks his head away, roaring furiously* Traipse: *sighs* Never mind. Barricade: *backs off a step and snarls, then lowers shoulder and lunges forward, hoping to linebacker the mofo off the bar* Traipse: That is one sturdy bar. Hushabye: *stepps away from the spat, smirking wickedly* Donovan Allen: *shakes head in amazement* Donovan Allen: You guys do serious damage... Traipse: Not yet, they have not. Donovan Allen: .... from a human point of view, that is some serious shit Umbra: *goes down hard, still snarling and growling and trying to get his jaws around the back of Barricade's head* Warbird: Oh please. This might as well be playfighting. This is nothing. Donovan Allen: Point taken. Barricade: *grapples with his neck to keep his slagging face just outside of fang-maiming range* Donovan Allen: Who are you betting on Warbird Hushabye: *watches for a few moments before walking off some* as much as i hate to leave i have to go. dont kill each other now *departs Warbird: Me? Barricade. I very rarely bet for the underlings over the officers who hired them Donovan Allen: *considers* Barricade does have a lot of rage... Umbra: *Grabs for Barricade's FACE* Barricade: *WHUMP -- is facepalmed by SOMEONE ELSE* *muffled roar, and bites down on Umbra's palm something fierce* Umbra: *ROARS in pain and surprise, yanking back* Penny Feely: *peeks back into bar* Traipse: *cocks his head* Welcome back, Penelope. Donovan Allen: Hey Penny Barricade: *rears back once his face is freed and balls hand into a fist, punching down with force at Umbra's ugly mug* Donovan Allen: *waves( Penny Feely: *joins Traipse* I see they're still at it. Penny Feely: Evening Don Traipse: Wagers were considered, but there isn't much to gamble with. Warbird: How about bar tabs? Whoever loses pays the others tab. Donovan Allen: *grins at Penny* Umbra: *twists out of the way and rolls to all fours, bristling and snarling* Traipse: *to Warbird* Psh. I meant something interesting. Penny Feely: Hm *searches room* what could we wager? Warbird: Like lives? *snickers* Traipse: *mock glares at Warbird* Or information. Penny Feely: *winces* That's a little too permanent. Warbird: I don't wager information on a bar brawl between comrades, sorry. Penny Feely: ...what kind of information? Traipse: The point of a wager is that you do not want to lose. Barricade: *takes on a low, ready stance, arms free and hands curled into claws* throat-rattling snarl* Penny Feely: *leans back in chair and puts feet on table* Traipse: Hmmm.... *smiles at Penny, optics narrowed in amusement* One question, answered fully and honestly? Penny Feely: Hm, I could deal with that. Traipse: *gestures to the fight* Femme chooses first, of course. Penny Feely: Pft. Are we betting on who wins? Or how this is going to end? Traipse: Who is going to back off first. Umbra: *circles around Barricade, glaring and growling* Barricade: *turns so that he is ALWAYS facing Umbra* Penny Feely: *brings hand to mouth* Hm...I say Umbra. Traipse: Then I choose Barricade *grins at Penny* Traipse: How about you, Donovan? Umbra: *lunges again, aiming low* Barricade: *stance is low, but allows himself to be struck -- turns hands palm up and jams claws up for Umbra's neck as he comes* Traipse: *has the usual drinks sneaked over to the table around the fight* Umbra: *catches the blow with a shrill, warbling shriek* Penny Feely: *clutches drink absentmindedly, eyes on the fight* Barricade: *snarls so deeply his chest rattles and claws at whatever his hands are touching, scrabbling madly* Umbra: *rears back to get away, aiming an open-handed blow at Barricade's head* Penny Feely: *to Traipse* Does this...happen often? Barricade: *is WHACK'D, screeches, scrambles back and onto all fours, audials ringing irately* Traipse: *evasively* That would depend on the location. Umbra: *drops back down and takes a step back, jaws gaping* *snarls deeply* Barricade: *returns the sound with just as much fervor* Penny Feely: *cringes from sound* Traipse: *stretches a talon towards Penny to reassure her* Penny Feely: *smiles at Traipse and then wonders when the hell a giant metal claw started to be reassuring* Umbra: *advances stiffly, ready to pounce again* Barricade: *talons at the ready to meet Umbra head on* Barricade: Think about it. *snarls* Umbra: *growls* Oh, I am... Barricade: *swipes claws at his face* Umbra: *sidesteps to avoid the blow* Umbra: *snarls and lunges for his throat* Barricade: *brings arm up and across, hoping to bash Umbra across the face* Umbra: *changes tactics at the last second, lowering his head and TACKLING Barricade* Barricade: *OOFs and hits the ground hard but wastes no time in slashing and clawing at Umbra's back and neck* Umbra: *SNARLS* Just give up already! Penny Feely: *thinks No Umbra, you give up! Got a bet here!..wisely remains silent* Barricade: Slot you! *aims at Umbra's neck and stabs downward* Donovan Allen: *just keeps staring* Umbra: *SHRIEKS and wrenches away hard* Donovan Allen: I think I may have zoned out there for a while. Sorry. Traipse: *chuckles* That is alright. Barricade: *lurches up after him and roars, lashing out at his face* I did not get this far by letting supposed comrades kick me around, understand that well, Umbra!' Donovan Allen: *stills can't believe this is going on* Traipse: Penelope and I have a wager on the outcome... Penny Feely: *finished first drink* I'm still going with Umbra. Barricade is so angry... Donovan Allen: Oh? Traipse: *has Penny's drink refreshed* As to who will back off first. Donovan Allen: *shudders* Well, I have a problem with betting on someone that almost killed me. You know... personal issues and such *winks at Penny* Traipse: *turns to look at Donovan* You wish to gamble without knowing what the wager is? Well, now... *narrows his optics mischievously* Donovan Allen: That's not what I meant Donovan Allen: *laughs* What are the wagers? Donovan Allen: What did you decide to bet on? Donovan Allen: Er... I mean with Donovan Allen: And please don't tell me you went with lives, per Warbird's suggestion Penny Feely: *laughs* No. Donovan Allen: Well good then Umbra: *snarls and backs away, catching clawtips across his muzzle* Donovan Allen: So... what is it? Traipse: Information. Donovan Allen: *looks at Traipse* What kind of information? Donovan Allen: I might want in on this *grins* Barricade: *stands his ground but does not advance* Traipse: Tch. You both take advantage of me. Traipse: I gambled on Barricade, Penelope on Umbra. Donovan Allen: Well, I want in on this Penny Feely: *gives Traipse a sly look* Taking advantage? *rattles new drink meaningfully* Donovan Allen: I say they are both too stubborn to back down and that this will end with someone else stepping in Traipse: *wide optics* Donovan Allen: And I know stubborn Donovan Allen: *grins* Traipse: I will take that bet, Donovan. But you lose if either backs off. Donovan Allen: I know Donovan Allen: *grins and holds out hand to shake on it* Traipse: *offers a talon* Umbra: *growls softly, rubbing his damaged muzzle and pinning his ears back* Donovan Allen: *grasps talon and shakes* Barricade: Back. Off. Donovan Allen: *turns attention back on the match* Umbra: *glares* I'll beat you one of these days... Barricade: *draws up slightly* Penny Feely: *leans forward in seat* Donovan Allen: *keeps his eyes on the two fighters* Barricade: So are you going to continue this frivolous assbeating, Umbra, are you going to retreat? Umbra: *Looks over his damage* But today... obviously isn't that day... Donovan Allen: *under breath* Dammit Traipse: *sighs and smiles at the humans* Umbra: Contrary to your belief, I'm not stupid. Traipse: I think that's one and one for me. Donovan Allen: Aw dammit. Barricade: *straightens up* You've yet to prove to me otherwise. *turns and stalks back to the bar* Penny Feely: Damn. Donovan Allen: Good call Traipse. So now what? Traipse: *turns to Penny* Well, Penelope wins one. She wagered Umbra would back off first. Umbra: *snorts* Hey, this started off as good fun. You're the one who went nuts and escalated it *makes a face* Traipse: *cocks his head at Penny* Barricade: *snrfles* Keep thinking that. Traipse: And then I get to ask a question from you, Donovan. And you must answer, honestly, and fully. Donovan Allen: All right then Donovan Allen: Do you want to ask it now? Penny Feely: Hm, I'll have to think of something. Traipse: *smiles* I cannot, until I've paid my debt to Penelope. Umbra: *grins* Buy you a drink? Barricade: *thrown WAY off and just looks at him* Donovan Allen: *hides a laugh at Barricade's expression* Donovan Allen: *hopes to God Traipse doesn't ask a very awkward/ embaressing question* Donovan Allen: This was fun. We should wager more often... Donovan Allen: Maybe I will actually win someday Penny Feely: *grins mischievously at Traipse* Umbra: Guessing "No"... *snickers and retreats to his booth* Donovan Allen: *leans in cause he wants to hear Penny's question and Traipse's answer* Traipse: I am always open to a friendly wager. Barricade: *looks after him and grumbles, lurks out of the bar without another word* Donovan Allen: *looks over at Umbra* Hey Umbra, can I buy you a drink? Umbra: *tilts head at Donovan* Donovan Allen: *shrugs* Donovan Allen: *looks over at Penny* Traipse: *cocks his head at Umbra* Again, are you doing anything better? *gestures to a chair at their table. Penny Feely: So Traipse...how popular were you with the ladies, er, femmes? *eyebrow waggle* Umbra: *wonders why the human is offering to buy him a drink?* Traipse: *pauses* Traipse: *stares at Penny* I beg your pardon?! Umbra: *nurses his wounds for a moment, then regards Traipse cautiously* ...I suppose I'm not doing anything better... Penny Feely: Well? Traipse: I.... Traipse: *draws his wings up an out a few times* Donovan Allen: *starts laughing, trying to hide it, but failing horribly* Nightfall: *sneaks into the bar* Donovan Allen: Oh Penny *laughs some more* Donovan Allen: *looks over at Umbra* Come join us. What could it hurt? I certainly can't hurt you *smiles friendly* Donovan Allen: *looks up and sees Nightfall* Hey Nightfall! Traipse: *to Penny* Why... What... Why would you even want to know that?! Nightfall: 'morn Penny Feely: *tips drink around, while trying not to laugh* Idle curiosity? Donovan Allen: Want to join us Nightfall? Pen and Traipse are collecting on their bets Penny Feely: You don't have to go into racey details... Penny Feely: *waves to Nightfall* Nightfall: sure *walks over to the table* Nightfall: hmm Donovan Allen: *looks over at Umbra and gestures to him to come over* Nightfall: sounds like fun Umbra: *thinks it over for a few moments, then shrugs slightly and approaches* Traipse: *stares at Penny in shock* Well, I... Donovan Allen: *has a little trouble moving his chair over due to his hurt ankle though* Donovan Allen: *mutters* Damn ankle Penny Feely: *waves hand in front of Traipse* You ok?? Donovan Allen: *chuckles* Traipse: *looks mournfully at Penny, mouth plates twitching* I am fine, you sneaky femme. Donovan Allen: *grins* Penny Feely: *giggles, than tosses head back* I know not of which you speak. Donovan Allen: That's unfair Penny, cause now Traipse is going to take it out on me with his question *laughs* Nightfall: aww, you made him uncomfortable Donovan Allen: *grins at Umbra* Traipse: *taps his talons in a quick stacatto on the table* I was popular enough, I guess. I never lacked for company, if I wanted it. Traipse: Femmes are rare enough, but I guess there is something to be said for these. *points a talon at his wings* Nightfall: *watches, grinning* Donovan Allen: *grins* Donovan Allen: Wings are popular with the ladies then? Traipse: *to Nightfall, with a shaky grin* You, hush. You will lose a wager to me someday. Penny Feely: *chuckles* Nightfall: depends what we're wagering on Traipse: So, my answer would be that I was fairly popular, as they would choose my company over someone else's. But I never asked them. Traipse: *mock glares at Penny* Is that a satisfactory answer? Donovan Allen: Good answer Traipse Donovan Allen: *wonders if he can sneak out quickly* Donovan Allen: *probably not... stupid bum ankle* Donovan Allen: *starts looking around for escape* Penny Feely: *large grin* Yes. *wink* Umbra: *snickers* Penny Feely: Now it's Don's turn. *predatory smile* Donovan Allen: Aw shit Traipse: Well, then. *turns around to demonstrate one can stare without glaring malice* Traipse: *STAREGRIN* Donovan Allen: *sighs and can't stop grinning* Donovan Allen: And thus we find out what an alien wants to know from a human Donovan Allen: *sighs and can't stop grinning* Donovan Allen: And thus we find out what an alien wants to know from a human Donovan Allen: *starts drinking his soda* Umbra: *rests his chin on the table, watching them* Traipse: Donovan.... Traipse: I understand you know what factions there are in this war. Donovan Allen: *puts down soda and nods* Traipse: And yet... *cocks his head at the human* And yet you didn't ask me about my allegiance for nearly two full days. Donovan Allen: *nods again* Traipse: Most every mech here made a judgement on that from the moment they walked through the door. Traipse: Why didn't you? Donovan Allen: *considers* Donovan Allen: Well, there are a couple of reasons, so stay with me *smiles* Traipse: Certainly *has fresh drinks brought for everyone* Nightfall: hmm, bad habit that, Don. Could get you in trouble Donovan Allen: But this is the main reason. I believe that just because you are of a certain faction does not mean that that necessarily defines who you are. Yes, it may give clues to one's ideals. However, I believe it is one's actions that really define someone. Yes, I saw no faction symbols on you. Heck, only recently did I find out one of the robots I was travelling with actually is a Decepticon. He helped both myself and Nightfall, and I know that he is probably in the minority, cause I am sure most Donovan Allen: Cons would shoot on site, thinking we humans are weak, insects, fleshlings, not worth the air we breathe. I do understand that. Second reason, as I stated, until this bar, I really had no contact with a Decepticon (well, I did, but I didn't know he was a Decepticon and I only recently found out he was), so it was one of those experience type decisions. I needed to see this for my self to really understand the danger that they could pose to humans. Though trust me, even Autobots can be rather Donovan Allen: scary to us humans. *takes a sip of soda* Third reason, there were other robots that I knew in the area *grins* So hey, maybe I was being stupid in thinking I might be somewhat "safe". But what it all come down to is this Donovan Allen: I may be risking my life, but I cannot assume that the good and bad lines are drawn black and white, Autobot and Decepticon. Donovan Allen: *takes another drink* Is that a somewhat satisfactory answer Traipse? Traipse: *considers* Penny Feely: *blinks* Donovan Allen: Or hey, maybe I am just a stupid male. Traipse: I believe it is, Donovan. Donovan Allen: *smiles* Donovan Allen: I am glad to be your friend, Traipse. Traipse: *laughs softly* I do not think you are stupid, Donovan, merely stubborn. Donovan Allen: I hope you consider me one Traipse: *nods* I do, Donovan. And I am glad you accept me as yours. Donovan Allen: Well then *grins* Did everyone fall asleep cause of my talking? *laughs and looks around at the other Transformers* Penny Feely: ...D'aww *lunges over and ruffles Don's hair* Umbra: *whuffs softly* Donovan Allen: *grins at Penny and weakly tries to fight her off* Donovan Allen: *looks over at Umbra and smiles* Penny Feely: *coughs and straightens up* Sorry. I think I'm used to dealing with dogs over people... Umbra: *rumbles* Donovan Allen: *grins at Penny* Donovan Allen: No worries. My hair needed a mussing. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Holding Out for a Hero, Bonnie Tyler (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 9th, 2007
8:37 pm	*is amused* Your Score: House Stark 45% Dominant, 36% Extroverted, 72% Trustworthy Responsible. Respectable. Dour. That’s not shit coming out of your ass--it’s honor. You are clearly of House Stark. You are a submissive personality, meaning that you are more than willing to relinquish control to someone more qualified; you will unflinchingly accept any responsibility that is thrust upon you, including servitude. Unfortunately for you, your unending patience and accommodating nature often make people look to you for a leader. In essence, you are the perfect leader: someone who has no desire to lead, yet is substantially well-qualified to do it. You are also introverted, which means that people sometimes have difficulty understanding your thought process. Your dependable nature makes you predictable, but you’ve probably got all sorts of emotional dysfunctions when it comes to more intimate relationships. There are very few people whom you trust unwaveringly, and you’re not the type to confide in other people. So cold, so aloof--so Stark. Finally, you are trustworthy--the very definition of the word. All secrets are safe with you. All of your vows are unbreakable. True to your name, you world is a stark place; there is black, and there is white. Your rigidity tends to undercut your overall value as a friend and ally. Honesty such as yours is hard to come by, which is easy to understand when you consider how easily manipulated you are by less decent individuals. Essentially, you’re the nice guy, and you’ll always finish last. Representative characters include: Eddard Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark Similar Houses: Frey, Lannister and Tully Opposite House: Baratheon When playing the game of thrones, you play it with one sword in your hand and another up your ass. Link: The Song of Ice and Fire House Test written by Geeky_Stripper on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test Of course it's coming. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Won't Back Down, by Fuel (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 29th, 2007
6:20 am	*ooooooze* So tired. So achy. And in such a good mood. I know there's nothing, NOTHING, even remotely good about being awake for several days in a row, and it looks like once again I'm heading that way (three and counting). There's also nothing good about feeling like I need to scoop my insides out with an icecream scoop to achieve some non-pain-ness. But I just finished a lovely short story in DA. This is always a mostly good-little bad thing - the mostly good that one of the phantoms in my head has let me catch it, gentle it, set it to bridle and saddle and take it to where we both needed to go; the little bad that right now I cannot see any of the others for looking too hard at the first. It's my post-write funk, but I think it will pass soon. But the thing is... people liked it. Let me elaborate. STRANGERS liked it. I'm not sure how to take this. I mean, I know it's good, which is why I've been blushing like a maniac at the screen. I'm just not sure how to respond. Already it means more to me than I can express when my friends like what I write (or put up with it), but it's just so... odd that strangers do so. I mean, this is a tiny scale of what happens in a bookstore, only it's happening to ME. It's disconcerting. And warming. It touches me to my soul. It makes me smile at random. It makes me blush at random. It makes me squirm and wonder if maybe, MAYBE, I actually AM good at this writing thing. Current Mood: pleased Current Music: Sleeping Single, by Roxette (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, October 2nd, 2006
2:30 pm	I have to post this. It's gnawing at my brain, and every time it makes me chortle. So Mass and I went out to Wal-Mart this weekend. Now, going most anywhere around here is at least a 15 minute drive, on a highway, distance being an entirely different concept in this unspeakably large state. Here we are, cruising to Wal-Mart so I may spend a gift card given to me for my birthday on a crockpot. I was quite thrilled to be getting a crockpot. He was quite thrilled at the fact I'd promised to make my patented chili as soon as I had a crockpot in my eager little hands. Now, I don't know if I just don't get out enough or what, but I love looking out the window from the car. Not in the tongue-dangling dog way, but in the absorb-everything-in-mystic-zen cat way. Yeah, that. So here I am exercising my zen-ness, when my eyes catch something and my brain comes to a choking, scrambling halt. Error, error! Logic processor overloading! "Discount Gun Sale". Please consider that. I had to take a moment digesting the plain, very large, sign taped to a second floor window in one of those little two-story strip malls. The location of the store itself only added to the incogruity of this sign. But wait, it gets better. After all, while certainly, erm, disconcerting enough to a Bostonian, the sign is not quite out of place here. Not quite. But it is. What really, really, REALLY caused me to make choking sounds while I turned around to share this wonderful experience with Mass, was the FIVE guys gathered around a GRILL in front of the store cooking hamburgers while they apparently either extolled the merits of the sale, or celebrated it with the ritualistic burning o' the meat. "Come get yerself this here discount gun! We'll give you a free burger with yer sale! And why'n you get some discount ammo while ye're here?" If you have snickered as you read this post, I am pleased. Because I'm still snickering myself. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Monday, August 7th, 2006
5:16 pm	How odd. That makes twice yesterday that I've had my own, homegrown strawberries. I will soon have cherry tomatoes. I make no promises on the basil or the raspberries (wretched caterpillars), but I have high hopes for the chamomile. There are wild apple trees covered in fruit all over the state (or at least the parts of it I've seen). The local deer, in particular, love this treat. They could care less about the roaming humans or the nearby highways. And after a 3-day summer (temperatures on the near 100s), the days are sunny, dry and exquisitely warm. I find myself glad. Not happy, no, I'm lacking something that was very important to my life for a very long time, and the vacuum's still there, even if it no longer hurts like blazes. It's disconcerting enough that I keep looking around for whatever it is that I'm missing, for all that I know what that is. But, despite many life things that -aren't- going nearly as well as the strawberries or the tomatoes, I find myself with an odd sense of balance that I've lacked for most of my life, so that I can be surprised at its presence, at its unexplainable being. I've given up trying to decide what I shall be in this lifetime. Obviously someone is determined to snicker every time I make any such decision and takes it as its cue to start throwing curveballs at me. I will be what I will be, in whatever time I have left to be it. And today, at least, I'm Ok with that. Current Mood: calm Current Music: Sonata Arctica, "Don't Say a Word." (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 28th, 2006
3:23 am	Once again into the breach I've made several wonderful friends online. Who'd've thunk it, but I actually have somehow bypassed my crippling shyness and made contact with perfect strangers to a degree where they are now friends. Among them there's two that number special, and just last week one of their birthdays came up. This was excuse enough to make plans to come together and celebrate it. Except that this involved my getting on a bus for 24+ hours to get to SD. Excuse me while I beat myself senseless. I see-sawed for a little while, I won't say I didn't. The last time I was on a bus I spent 4+ days on it and was hallucinating by the time I got off. There's also the fact that when I asked him what the weather would be like around this time of year, I was told something about trees freezing so cold as to shatter... I've done my best to erase this from my memory so I won't cringe every time I think of it. But getting on the bus meant meeting two wonderful people that live otherwise pretty damn far from me. So I valiantly packed my bag, promised myself I would not murder my fellow passengers for food (or fun), and went to catch my bus. I went through MT and WY. Gorgeous, winter-sere landscapes. MT is nothing but exquisite rock formations with evergreens growing directly from the rock - how, I can't fathom, but the effect is beautiful. Miles and miles of snow-powdered, evergreen-covered mountains kept me company on the first half of the trip. After that came ocher-colored grasslands, and while you'd think the view would grow boring after a while, it somehow didn't. Point of note for you Stephen King fans. At some point between MT and WY I saw the Dark Tower. There was a range of mountains on my right, probably a hefty few miles off, and against the skirts of them was a massive, chimney-shaped tower. Absolutely NO reason why it should be there, and no adjacent buildings or crenelations.... just a huge, slim dark wedge against the snow-sprinkled mountains. I stared at it for a good long while, all the time wishing like hell I could get off the bus and go exploring. I met my first friend just shy of actually getting to our destination. Traveling is always so much more fun when you're with a friend, particularly a gorgeous creature like da San. Then we got to SD and I could finally take a bath while she poked our would-be host on the phone until he FINALLY got out of bed and promised to come meet us. There was much opening of birthday and Christmas presents.... and then we turned into utterly lazy bums. I swear most of what we did while we were together was sleep or just laze about. Excellent times. We did go out to a gorgeous Celtic store, where I drooled and wept over stuff I couldn't afford in this life or the next, and listened to funny tales from the gent in charge - either that, or I cannot help but be utterly charmed by a man with a Celtic brogue. We also went shooting - they shot, I watched and brought some bittersweet memories back. And we lazed about some more. Oh, and met his parents, who had told me I could use their kitchen, since I wanted to cook him a birthday meal - yes, I've turned into my grandma ^_^. I must feed every soul I come into contact with, and you're apparently too skinny if I cannot roll you down the street with a minimum of effort. Unfortunately I was asked to cook for 8 people, which is 6 more than what I usually cook for, so I grossly underestimated the chicken's cooking time, but everyone was very nice about my rampant stupidity. And they loved the napoleons. There was also much giggling and such on the birthday nite. I don't drink, so I was instead stuffed full of sugar to the point where I was vibrating at a different frequency than the rest of the universe. He is, apparently, a lightweight (then again, I think he made it past two drinks. I don't even make it past one), but my memories of that night, barring a few excerpts, are VERRRRY vague. I know half the bag of Starbursts was gone next day, replaced by a veritable fleet of paper boats. *is sheepish* The night before leaving we went to Dinosaur Park, where there are huge (and I do mean huge) concrete dinosaur statues. You can see the thunder-lizard at the top of the park from pretty damn far away, it's that big (I think it was a Camptosaur, but I couldn't swear to it). Then there was much sniffling on the day we had to leave. But I've been promised that they'll come visiting during spring, so I shall simply sit here and plan on all the mischief we shall get into. Which will probably come to nothing and we'll just do the same thing we did this time around - be lazy as hell. Yay! But, I got here, and there was a spruced-up Mass waiting for me - new clothes, new haircut, flowers. *licks her chops* The bus had spent 24 hours getting me from SD to downtown Seattle, and 40 minutes negotiating downtown traffic. I think we spent about twice that getting out of the downtown area alone. Ogh. Then home, a bath, and bed. I think I showed Mass my presents, but it gets hazy after the point when my brain leaked out of my ears. I'm safely back, though. And I've survived! Doesn't mean I'll willingly repeat the experience... unless there's more friends to go visit! ^_^ Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Slayers OST (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 22nd, 2005
9:47 am	I can write again! This might not seem like such a big thing, except: 1- I am always at my happiest when I'm writing (unless it's poetry). Watching a story come out from my fingertips is akin, to me, to what Zeus or Prometheus or Hephaestus must have felt when they were at work. I AM. 2- I have not written a single decent piece of... anything for near on a year. This is, to put it mildly, disturbing. Oh, I've tried, and some really short chunks within what I planned as much greater works have come out great, but the works themselves? Sucked. Were rotten. Were utterly hopeless. One does not write in vignettes, much as the vignettes might be good. (Ask Max about the sea dragon water spout). I am glad because, somewhere in the computer, the second book of Gear is sitting, unfinished, and after nigh on 600 pages it IRKS me that I cannot finish it. I know what is happening next. I know how it ends. I have the images, as I always do, crystal clear in my mind, and after all I've written about it it should not be this HARD to transfer them into words. It's something I've been told I do well, for pity's sake. It's something I, up to now, did EASILY. It's also something I did when my life was full of stress and the good things on it could be counted in one hand. I do not want to think that I can only write when I'm miserable. It would give credence to a rather.... cranky-fying claim Max makes about my writing that I've always felt honor-bound to dispute (though I'll admit I'm disputing 'cause I can, not 'cause I honestly believe him wrong, but that's between you, me and the wall). I would much rather think that I can write again because I'm surrounded with absolutely great music. And if you haven't heard about Sonata Arctica, go buy the damn CDs! NOW! Current Mood: pleased Current Music: Wildfire, by Sonata Arctica (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005
10:43 pm	I have a Webcomic! I do! I do! I'll try to turn it into a weekly thing, as long as I can keep the ideas coming. It's called Simple Minds and it's up on my website, www.arabundi.com/babel, in the Erebus area. AAAAAAAACK! I have a webcomic! *is ridiculously excited* What I don't have yet is any means for people to post an opinion. Blegh. So if you're feeling most kind and very generous, let me know here what you think. Current Mood: excited (Comment on this)
Monday, June 6th, 2005
6:44 pm	Da Boy, Da Boy! *dances* Boyboyboyboyboyboyboyboyboy! *runs off to cuddle da Boy* (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 29th, 2005
2:39 pm	Pffffft! *cries miserably* I WANT DA MAX!!! .......................... You people in MA better appreciate him while he's there and NOT HERE.... >_ Current Mood: cranky (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 22nd, 2005
2:11 pm	My site is up! My site is up! Hurray! As I actually made it from scratch (with some verbal guidance from Max, but I do everything else myself) I'm pretty damn happy that my web-making iggerance seems to be on the retreat. I haven't figured out how to put up pictures yet, as I also don't have the pictures I want to put up (draw, Max, draw, dammit!) but I'm hoping that will come along. On wholly unrelated news, I found a test posted by a couple of my LJ friends as to which Revenge of the Jedi character I would be. I'm not entirely sure why I'd be Darth Vader, but I'm heartily amused by the fact that only six points separated Vader from Yoda, at least in my psyche. Tells ya something about the wizened ol' frog..... Oh, my site? Erm, um, orrrrrrr.... IT'S A SECRET! Actually, it's here Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: A Cat Wailing on the Background (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 24th, 2005
1:50 pm	Orrrgh.... Don't make me regret this So Max has put up a new website. He insists he is eventually going to move Arabundi.com to this new site, SteamKnight.com, but I don't much believe him. He likes ranting in the Arabundi site way too much ;) However, he has posted two galleries -one of the kitties, one of yours truly- in the new site. I myself am partial to ONE of the pictures of myself he has up, but then again I loathe having my picture taken. It's evil, soul-stealing and... well, evil. And soul-stealing. But if you want to see them, and register, and post stuff, and generally gather in a place where I'm hoping he'll put up a blog or something, since he has yet to tell me how I can put a blog on my site, go to SteamKnight.com/gallery. Steam Knight, by the way, is his City of Heroes blaster. Current Mood: tired Current Music: FF7 OST Battle Music (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 10th, 2005
3:19 pm	AUGH! So I have a friend in City of Heroes that I actually trust enough to give him the link to my site - my very SECRET site where I put my writing up after I discovered it would be pointless to put other people's fanfiction up since Fanfiction.com does a pretty good job of that. When he said, 'Erm, can't find it', I thought, 'Blegh, I gave him the wrong site' and called in the computer expert - namely, Max. Turns out I did give him the wrong site. Max gave me the right site. At which point I realized MY SITE IS GONE! Someone ATE it! *wails* On the other hand, we got matching iPods yesterday. *chortles happily away* Do you sometimes wonder if you're the tug-of-war rope for Fate? Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Objects in the Rear View Mirror (Meat Loaf) (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
12:56 pm	Owie My fish died. You'd think it wouldn't hurt. I mean, it's a fish. It's not like it purrs at you, or plays fetch. It swims around in a glass tank and waits for you to feed it. I had the Ironfish for nigh on 5 years. It was a tiger barb, one of those dollar-coin-sized, oval fish with red on their fins and black-striped white bodies. When I first got him I got a few more tiger barbs and an equal number of mollies, to make the barbs behave. Slowly all the other fish died, but not my Ironfish. Noooo, he was much too ornery to succumb to fin rot, black rot, or some bizarre growth that he eventually absorbed back into his body. He was left alone, mainly 'cause I was broke, and he eventually became psycopathic, the kind of old guy that looks at everyone suspiciously from behind his barricaded windows and will shoot the mailman out of deep-seated certainty that the man is there to kill him. He traveled 4 days on a bus with me to come to WA, and handled the trip better than I did. Here we got him two barbs to keep him company and maybe teach him not to be psychopatic again. They hated him on sight and started beating up on him. One ended up dead; the other ended up cowering in a corner until it learned to be second potato. Then, last night, I found him dead. I think he died of old-age, but GODS! it hurts anyways. Current Mood: crushed (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 11th, 2005
12:28 am	Oh, this is just too funny not to post it That is one HELL of a typo! Yeah, we blew up Sudan, er, Sedan Current Mood: amused Current Music: Inner Universe, from Ghost In the Shell SAC (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 1st, 2005
10:18 pm	For anyone who even notices such things, the new icon is a chibi version of my City of Heroes character. I am now gonna go eat the contents of the salt-shaker to shake off the cuteness-induced shock. FYI, Max drew the pic. CUTE!!! Current Mood: excited Current Music: My Generation, by Captain Jack (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 5th, 2005
7:44 pm	O_o! Last night it was hailing. It built up to the point where I could no longer hear what the TV was outputting through its presumably state-of-the-art surround-sound-system. At the point where I turned around towards the window thinking, "Damn, it's really coming down!", the hail actually managed to trigger the alarm of a car in the parking lot. Sheesh. (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 23rd, 2004
1:56 am	BEWD-less for the holidays.... So. *wails* Current Mood: lonely (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 19th, 2004
5:50 pm	A Queen and a Jackrabbit KITTIES!!! This has got to be one of the best X-mas presents ever: we went by a shelter yesterday and got two kitties (they don't give their kittens away alone since they develop behavioral problems that way). We walked into one of their free-roaming rooms (must not compare to chickens, must not compare to chickens...) and almost immediately were shamelessly ambushed by a mackerel ball o' fluffness. We were then unable to leave the room for several minutes, as our laps had been hijacked. We were then subjected to merciless purring. Needless to say, we ended up taking him home. Oswald seemed to me much too big a name for such a little kitty, and Max said he kept on thinking Lee Harvey, so we've decided to call him Ozzie. It just seems better all 'round. He seems all the more smaller because he's a long-haired Manx: that is, he's incredibly fuzzy, incredibly silky, and pretty much tail-less. There's this tiny little stump sticking out from the back, but I'm not sure it's a tail; I think it's just were the kitty-mold gets cut from the other molds. He stands at a slant, his hind legs are so much longer... well, he's really nothing but legs, but still. o_O So we went looking for a companion to Ozzie, and wandered into the shelter's other free-roaming room (b-kwack!). Here there were more kitties, but Max' eye went almost immediately to a pleasantly plump, black Italian beauty with copper-colored eyes who has by now proven to be no lap kitty, but immensely friendly. She will follow us into whatever room we're in; she will sit down wherever we are sitting down. Laps are, apparently, undignified, but pettins' are not, and companionship is a must. Her name's Visola, which I'm told means nothing in Italian, but it SOUNDS Italian. I'm calling her Viz, as well as 'elegant', 'serene', 'regal', and other likely adjectives. She's 4 years old and missing a little bit of an ear, and if I had any idea how to post pictures I would, but the BEWD hasn't shown me how. But, but, but - KITTIES!!! And I was treated to a mass of exquisite, wonderful sushi the night before, after being in a funk thinking that such a thing as rolled sushi did not exist in this state. So. Bliss. And KITTIES!!! Merry X-mas indeed! Current Mood: ecstatic (4 Comments |Comment on this)