Maitenant nous sommes en France. Il fait beau et...screw it.
Right now we're in France. By 'we' I mean myself, Synapse, and Timebomb. Synapse did end up somehow sneaking himself over international airspace to France with me. Clever bugger. I suppose Timebomb hopped a ride with him.
If you're wondering who Timebomb is, I guess that's my fault. Timebomb is big, he's a dark blue, and he's quite a bit bigger than Synapse is in robot-mode. I'm quite relieved that he chose a small and handy alt-mode: a quite awesome laptop. I guess subspace really comes in handy for this transformation. He was a Cybertronian tank before. Yeah, cause a big blue tank would totally be easy to hide in the middle of flat flat Illinois. I'd have the government all over my place if that was the matter.
Now, how Synapse is hiding in the middle of France, I have no clue. But we have no time to worry about that right now. As soon as we can, we're booking it to Canada. My friend Kenya Starflight and her friends are in need of any aid they can get. I know I'm in France right now, but friends in need are friends in need. I'll figure some way to assure my host family.
Don't worry guys, we're on our way.
EDIT: Tracks, don't you dare try anything with my eBay. You try anything and you can forget about that wax job. Skyfire, keep him from doing anything silly...keep an eye out for Perce too, I think he'll need someone to nudge him for some rest sometime. Love yah guys really...just ask next time for the laptop passwords.
I'm gonna have to talk to Longview.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Room Crew Take-Over 1
Tracks here. You know, I knew having Longview around would be useful. Pretty useful little guy. He managed to get us all the passwords to Darkfire's laptop and site logins.
No I will not tell you any of them. They're for the use of me -and the room crew- to save us out of sheer boredom. Darkfire should give us that much to do when she's gone. Honestly. I can only get tangled in her laundry basket a couple times before it gets boring. Listening to Mister Babblemouth speak endlessly is no easy thing to tolerate either.
You know, this room needs a makeover. Really, why does she have a picture of a Mustang on the wall. Why not a Corvette?
Huh, Skyfire's giving me 'the look'. I guess I'll- *is promtly shoved off the laptop*
Apologies for Track's complaints. He gets like that if there's nothing to his tastes anywhere nearby. Unfortunately, Synapse hasn't been here to provide any sort of outside information or entertainment. Perceptor has quite successfully sequestered himself by going about to identify all the materials in Darkfire's room. Well...he is the newest arrival here, other than Longview.
Hopefully, Darkfire will return soon and safely. Hopefully she won't be too irritated by our access to her computer. (I rather like the source that is the internet. It's useful to those that use it for useful things. Perhaps unlike Tracks in his search for body upkeep. It's hard to keep him from using Darkfire's eBay account.)
This is Skyfire signing off for the Room Crew. Have a pleasant day.
No I will not tell you any of them. They're for the use of me -and the room crew- to save us out of sheer boredom. Darkfire should give us that much to do when she's gone. Honestly. I can only get tangled in her laundry basket a couple times before it gets boring. Listening to Mister Babblemouth speak endlessly is no easy thing to tolerate either.
You know, this room needs a makeover. Really, why does she have a picture of a Mustang on the wall. Why not a Corvette?
Huh, Skyfire's giving me 'the look'. I guess I'll- *is promtly shoved off the laptop*
Apologies for Track's complaints. He gets like that if there's nothing to his tastes anywhere nearby. Unfortunately, Synapse hasn't been here to provide any sort of outside information or entertainment. Perceptor has quite successfully sequestered himself by going about to identify all the materials in Darkfire's room. Well...he is the newest arrival here, other than Longview.
Hopefully, Darkfire will return soon and safely. Hopefully she won't be too irritated by our access to her computer. (I rather like the source that is the internet. It's useful to those that use it for useful things. Perhaps unlike Tracks in his search for body upkeep. It's hard to keep him from using Darkfire's eBay account.)
This is Skyfire signing off for the Room Crew. Have a pleasant day.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Willkommen, Bien Venue, Welcome!
Two posts in one day? Well, today we had a special occasion. Today we (the plural being me, Synapse, and the room crew)...
I guess I should explain who the room crew is. Well, before Synapse came, I had this little curiosity occurring on a regular basis in my room. It started with my first purchase of a Transformer: Autobot Tracks (the Alternators version). Then with Classics Skyfire and finally a slightly beat-up G1 Perceptor. I swear, it's like Toy Story. They're honest to goodness alive...but they only seem to be animate when I'm in the room myself. Okay and perhaps when I'm out of the room too. But they don't move an inch when others are around. They walk, talk, and have mini-adventures in my room. I'm not quite sure if they're the real characters or animated toys. They sure act like the real things though...
Okay, back to the original news. We are welcoming the newest member of our little room crew family. Meet Real Gear Robot Longview! He's handy, yellow, and transforms into quite the cool set of binoculars and looks quite sturdy in robot mode. Perfect spybot. We have the room's first Decepticon (mint-on-sealed-card), but she's not coming out. Nope, she's not for me. I got her as a present for another friend of mine's birthday. Another Real Gear Robot. I think her alt-mode's an MP3 player/recorder.
Longview's taken quite nicely with his new home. He's sturdy and quite small, so I think he'll be accompanying me to France in a few days. I promised Tracks that I'd bring him something special to make it up to him. Skyfire and Perceptor subtly nudged for a souvenir as well.
I think Tracks might be getting jealous of Longview.
It goes like this. I'm sitting on my bed, looking through the web on my laptop. Longview's resting in alt-mode on my pillow.
"Why are you taking him to France?"
I turn to see Tracks pulling himself up the bedclothes and clambering next to me. He plops down in a rather ungraceful manner, rather non befitting to his persona.
"You mean, why am I not taking you?" I grin wryly. Tracks doesn't say anything so I continue. "First thing, you won't fit in my bag very well. I don't want to hear you complaining of scratches to your surface from everything I'm going to be putting in my bag. Second, I don't trust airport security. You might get smashed or something."
Tracks snorts. "Of course. Very sound reasons."
"Look, I just don't want to loose you. I have a habit of misplacing things."
"So you'd rather loose Longview?"
"...you know that's not what I meant."
He snorts again. Really not a gentleman today, my Tracks is. He gets up and sits himself as far from me as possible while still on the bed.
"Look, when I get back, I'll bring yah something special. I promise. Something equivalent to a real car's wax job." I see Tracks's shoulders perk at the mention of a wax job. Sure he's a plastic toy car, but he has his likes. His little red face turns back to look at me.
"Promise?"
"Promise." I echo, tapping his tiny white helm lightly with the pad of my index finger.
It's after that incident that Skyfire and Perceptor find their individual moments to sidle up to me for their requests.
Synapse hasn't said anything about the trip yet, or asked for souvenirs. I honestly think that he's going to try and tag-along with me and my class.
Primus on a pogo stick, what am I going to do? How do you hide a 13-foot robot in the middle of Paris?
I guess I should explain who the room crew is. Well, before Synapse came, I had this little curiosity occurring on a regular basis in my room. It started with my first purchase of a Transformer: Autobot Tracks (the Alternators version). Then with Classics Skyfire and finally a slightly beat-up G1 Perceptor. I swear, it's like Toy Story. They're honest to goodness alive...but they only seem to be animate when I'm in the room myself. Okay and perhaps when I'm out of the room too. But they don't move an inch when others are around. They walk, talk, and have mini-adventures in my room. I'm not quite sure if they're the real characters or animated toys. They sure act like the real things though...
Okay, back to the original news. We are welcoming the newest member of our little room crew family. Meet Real Gear Robot Longview! He's handy, yellow, and transforms into quite the cool set of binoculars and looks quite sturdy in robot mode. Perfect spybot. We have the room's first Decepticon (mint-on-sealed-card), but she's not coming out. Nope, she's not for me. I got her as a present for another friend of mine's birthday. Another Real Gear Robot. I think her alt-mode's an MP3 player/recorder.
Longview's taken quite nicely with his new home. He's sturdy and quite small, so I think he'll be accompanying me to France in a few days. I promised Tracks that I'd bring him something special to make it up to him. Skyfire and Perceptor subtly nudged for a souvenir as well.
I think Tracks might be getting jealous of Longview.
It goes like this. I'm sitting on my bed, looking through the web on my laptop. Longview's resting in alt-mode on my pillow.
"Why are you taking him to France?"
I turn to see Tracks pulling himself up the bedclothes and clambering next to me. He plops down in a rather ungraceful manner, rather non befitting to his persona.
"You mean, why am I not taking you?" I grin wryly. Tracks doesn't say anything so I continue. "First thing, you won't fit in my bag very well. I don't want to hear you complaining of scratches to your surface from everything I'm going to be putting in my bag. Second, I don't trust airport security. You might get smashed or something."
Tracks snorts. "Of course. Very sound reasons."
"Look, I just don't want to loose you. I have a habit of misplacing things."
"So you'd rather loose Longview?"
"...you know that's not what I meant."
He snorts again. Really not a gentleman today, my Tracks is. He gets up and sits himself as far from me as possible while still on the bed.
"Look, when I get back, I'll bring yah something special. I promise. Something equivalent to a real car's wax job." I see Tracks's shoulders perk at the mention of a wax job. Sure he's a plastic toy car, but he has his likes. His little red face turns back to look at me.
"Promise?"
"Promise." I echo, tapping his tiny white helm lightly with the pad of my index finger.
It's after that incident that Skyfire and Perceptor find their individual moments to sidle up to me for their requests.
Synapse hasn't said anything about the trip yet, or asked for souvenirs. I honestly think that he's going to try and tag-along with me and my class.
Primus on a pogo stick, what am I going to do? How do you hide a 13-foot robot in the middle of Paris?
ETA: Four Months Ago
How Synapse arrived at my house was and still is a complete mystery to the both of us.
All I know is that when he arrived, I thought my mother was going to kill me...
The backyard was a complete mess. It was totaled! Steaming! A gigantic gouge had been carved out of the face of the earth in my back yard. Luckily, I was the only one at home - correction, had been the only one at home - There was a giant robot sitting in my family room. Don't ask how the floor above the basement was supporting his weight, I still dont know. I just know I barely managed to squeeze him through the back door before any curious eyes caught sight of him. Now I know I'm thankful that neither of my next-door neighbors ever come outside.
In my family room, the blue and green robot was in quite a daze. I think his crash landing jostled a couple chips in his processors. After a bit of poking and prodding, he snapped out of it (I ended up pinned to the couch as a result. Really, big robot+small living room=no space to move around in. Sure he's about the size of a minibot, but that's still relatively huge).
I think he was more scared of me than I was of him. Nearly took down the TV cabinet with all his scrambling. Now there was a mess in the living room.
Quiet talking and slow, broadcasted movements eventually got him to calm down and I was able to retrieve his identity.
After that, Synapse, Autobot spy and scout, has been lurking in my life ever since.
Well, at least he helped in filling the hole in the backyard. Mom and dad didn't notice a thing. Thank goodness for ready to lay turf.
In present times, Synapse has settled in quite comfortably in the flat lands of Central Illinois. I have him living in the growing artificial forest behind the house. It's a good thing that his alt-mode is the size of a large fridge and green. No one has really noticed him yet, excluding a few dogs and local fauna. I think my parents know that something's up, but they haven't said a word as of yet. My brother's clueless (as usual) and my sister...well, the first and last time she's seen him so far, she thinks was a dream. (That's not the last time though that Synapse has tried to carry on conversations with me through the computer room window).
Not much has happened in the time span from his arrival to now. Central Illinois is pretty calm and one might say 'boring', but I like it here. Synapse says it's definitely a calmer change from the war-torn zone that he originated from.
Now that I'm getting ready to go to France, I think Synapse has gotten it into his head that he's coming along for the ride too. I know he won't fit into the airplane, but if he thinks that going on a trans-Atlantic flight on his own over some of the world's most populated countries is laying low, he better think again.
Opps, gotta go now. A friend's calling and I've got to make sure that she makes lunch properly. Synapse is currently napping. He knows to stay put when I'm not here...I think.
All I know is that when he arrived, I thought my mother was going to kill me...
The backyard was a complete mess. It was totaled! Steaming! A gigantic gouge had been carved out of the face of the earth in my back yard. Luckily, I was the only one at home - correction, had been the only one at home - There was a giant robot sitting in my family room. Don't ask how the floor above the basement was supporting his weight, I still dont know. I just know I barely managed to squeeze him through the back door before any curious eyes caught sight of him. Now I know I'm thankful that neither of my next-door neighbors ever come outside.
In my family room, the blue and green robot was in quite a daze. I think his crash landing jostled a couple chips in his processors. After a bit of poking and prodding, he snapped out of it (I ended up pinned to the couch as a result. Really, big robot+small living room=no space to move around in. Sure he's about the size of a minibot, but that's still relatively huge).
I think he was more scared of me than I was of him. Nearly took down the TV cabinet with all his scrambling. Now there was a mess in the living room.
Quiet talking and slow, broadcasted movements eventually got him to calm down and I was able to retrieve his identity.
After that, Synapse, Autobot spy and scout, has been lurking in my life ever since.
Well, at least he helped in filling the hole in the backyard. Mom and dad didn't notice a thing. Thank goodness for ready to lay turf.
In present times, Synapse has settled in quite comfortably in the flat lands of Central Illinois. I have him living in the growing artificial forest behind the house. It's a good thing that his alt-mode is the size of a large fridge and green. No one has really noticed him yet, excluding a few dogs and local fauna. I think my parents know that something's up, but they haven't said a word as of yet. My brother's clueless (as usual) and my sister...well, the first and last time she's seen him so far, she thinks was a dream. (That's not the last time though that Synapse has tried to carry on conversations with me through the computer room window).
Not much has happened in the time span from his arrival to now. Central Illinois is pretty calm and one might say 'boring', but I like it here. Synapse says it's definitely a calmer change from the war-torn zone that he originated from.
Now that I'm getting ready to go to France, I think Synapse has gotten it into his head that he's coming along for the ride too. I know he won't fit into the airplane, but if he thinks that going on a trans-Atlantic flight on his own over some of the world's most populated countries is laying low, he better think again.
Opps, gotta go now. A friend's calling and I've got to make sure that she makes lunch properly. Synapse is currently napping. He knows to stay put when I'm not here...I think.
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