All hold in silence as we morn the hole in my window.
*silence*
Now why is there a hole in my window? Just why? *side-long glance at a certain trigger-happy black Topkick* He, he being movie!Ironhide, woke me up in the middle of the night by blasting a hole through my screen and then driving straight through the glass. I don't know where he got that velocity or durability, but heck, he's Ironhide. Toughie.
Okay, so I solved that problem by taping plastic wrap over said hole and then telling Ironhide very clearly that my stuff isn't to be so lightly broken. I'm in the middle of inquiring why in the world did he break into my room through the window when there's a small popping noise.
There goes my plastic wrap window. A new rip created by a tiny blue seeker, on whose back is a tiny G1!Jazz. They settle down in quite a hurry on my bookshelf and dodge in between two books that were leaning just so against each other to create a cave-like crack. Why TC and Jazz came in together I have no idea. But the two seem to be getting along quite well and fit in very well with the rest of the Robot Heroes group. Much to mini-Megatron's chagrin.
Three new room-mates. In one night. I know I didn't get them from the store so where the heck did they come from?
Turns out all three of them were running loose for the same reason: they were being chased by something. Now it's probably something ridiculously scary if Ironhide's running from it. Either that or something that's A LOT bigger than them...that doesn't narrow things down very well. But now they're living with me.
"If you don't mind of course, little lady." says Jazz with that gentlemanly politeness and raspy tone that I can't say no to.
"Ah, no, of course not." I answer. Hey, Jazz is a cool bot and TC's a great con. Ironhide can play room guard for me too and keep 'Bee company.
"Do you honestly think that we're all going to fit on this tiny shelf?" huffs Tracks from his spot.
"Look, I've seen more Transformers than this on one bookshelf, so don't complain. You guys can move yourselves around remember? Pick a spot and camp." I say, re-taping plastic wrap back on the window. "No, not my side of the bed. Get on your own side, and share with the others!"
The Autobot's space is getting quite cramped. The Decepticons have lots of room, but they're not sharing. Especially Megatron and Starscream. My bed is invaded. I now have a new armory place addition. I think I'll be needing it for Ironhide's guns. I want to keep my room in one healthy piece.
Now if I can just figure out what freaked out those three into busting through my window.
And why MY window?
And where's Synapse? If anyone spots him orbiting around their part of the world, tell me, please?
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Power Issues
I'm slumped in my bed, jaw throbbing faintly. It's not enough to be utterly painful, but it's enough to be slightly disabling. Very. Slightly. It doesn't help that this brings out Perceptor's more curious side and he's asking me questions about humans and why do they go about removing natural things from their bodies (such as wisdom teeth). I for one do not feel like talking right now, but one can not fault the microscope for his questions. I would (and have) ask the little Transformers as much as I can given the opportunity.
But I post for a reason other than to mope. The Room Crew has once again expanded, this time with a large explosion in its small population.
First off: Meet movie!Bumblebee. He's about the same size as Skyfire or Tracks toy-wise. Real kind soul....er...spark. Most everyone took a liking to him very quickly. Tracks being Tracks had some doubts at first. But after assuring himself that he is the slicker car, him and Bumblebee have gotten along fine. Bee here is currently hovering, as in mother hen hovering.
Okay, just came back from taking some left-over pain killers and some food that *has* to go with it. I should start feeling a little bit more normal as time passes.
Second off: Well, the room crew now has an Optimus Prime and a Megatron, but don't assume there's going to be any semblance of order in the ranks because of them. These two leaders aren't quite the same as they were before. They don't hold as much....well...authority (or fear in Megatron's case) over their troops. Why you ask? Well maybe the fact that they're about half the height of Longview would answer your question. Skywarp, Cliffjumper, and Mirage (who came in the same package as their faction leaders) are inclined to agree with my view. The Robot Heroes line is cute. Cute is usually not something that makes your job as leader easy.
I'm not going to be surprised at all if Optimus and Megatron each have their little sulks for a few days. movieprotoform!Starscream is having a field day with this though.
"This is entirely pathetic. What an army, eh Megatron?" he jabbed at the tiny leader.
Megatron glowers back. It's really the only thing he can do, Starscream looming large over him anyways. Skywarp is no help in the matter either. He's temporarily declared himself neutral until Starscream goes back to his corner.
Well, Megatron does have one thing. BOOM!
His fusion cannon.
It's tiny, but it packs a punch. I think Starscream's going to be grumbling in his corner for a while now. The Autobots wisely ignore the antics going on above them on the Decepticon shelf and move over to my bed.
Tracks has taken over my pillow and I want it back. You know, I am feeling better, but what sort of harm is hanging around with the Autobots going to do? In bed (on the bed) I stay. I'll just keep my eyes on the debacle unfolding on the top book shelf.
But I post for a reason other than to mope. The Room Crew has once again expanded, this time with a large explosion in its small population.
First off: Meet movie!Bumblebee. He's about the same size as Skyfire or Tracks toy-wise. Real kind soul....er...spark. Most everyone took a liking to him very quickly. Tracks being Tracks had some doubts at first. But after assuring himself that he is the slicker car, him and Bumblebee have gotten along fine. Bee here is currently hovering, as in mother hen hovering.
Okay, just came back from taking some left-over pain killers and some food that *has* to go with it. I should start feeling a little bit more normal as time passes.
Second off: Well, the room crew now has an Optimus Prime and a Megatron, but don't assume there's going to be any semblance of order in the ranks because of them. These two leaders aren't quite the same as they were before. They don't hold as much....well...authority (or fear in Megatron's case) over their troops. Why you ask? Well maybe the fact that they're about half the height of Longview would answer your question. Skywarp, Cliffjumper, and Mirage (who came in the same package as their faction leaders) are inclined to agree with my view. The Robot Heroes line is cute. Cute is usually not something that makes your job as leader easy.
I'm not going to be surprised at all if Optimus and Megatron each have their little sulks for a few days. movieprotoform!Starscream is having a field day with this though.
"This is entirely pathetic. What an army, eh Megatron?" he jabbed at the tiny leader.
Megatron glowers back. It's really the only thing he can do, Starscream looming large over him anyways. Skywarp is no help in the matter either. He's temporarily declared himself neutral until Starscream goes back to his corner.
Well, Megatron does have one thing. BOOM!
His fusion cannon.
It's tiny, but it packs a punch. I think Starscream's going to be grumbling in his corner for a while now. The Autobots wisely ignore the antics going on above them on the Decepticon shelf and move over to my bed.
Tracks has taken over my pillow and I want it back. You know, I am feeling better, but what sort of harm is hanging around with the Autobots going to do? In bed (on the bed) I stay. I'll just keep my eyes on the debacle unfolding on the top book shelf.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
There and Back Again
Whew, exciting side trip straight from France to Canada and then back home again. I wonder how I'm going to explain that to my parents and teachers? Luckily, I really don't have to. Last minute before I ran off with Synapse and Timebomb to Canada (with Long View tucked safely in my bags), you would never guess who I happened to chance upon near the Chateau d'Anet: Autobot Hound. In exchange for a favor that as of yet has not been decided upon, Hound agreed to fill in for my absence with his holographic projectors. I'm not quite sure how he got away with it, but everything was pulled off perfectly. He even got quite a few pictures for me during his time in France. Hey, luck happens.
Anyways, Canada.
Timebomb commented on our brief stupidity in plunging so quickly into a firefight. A spaceship, a human, a laptop, and a pair of binoculars are not going to inflict a lot of damage upon an army of dragons, wizards, and obviously more combat-oriented Transformers. But hey, with Synapse and I acting as snipers, Longview acting as lookout, and Timebomb in kicking aft robot mode, we were able to lend somewhat of a hand. I promise we'll do better next time.
We're home now, back in flat Illinois. I met up with Hound parked complacently down the block from my house. He didn't stick out too bad if you ignored the military decor that covered most of his paint job. But then again, we have at least three police cars parked constantly around the neighborhood (they live here), so a military jeep won't add to the oddness.
"Projecting humans long-term has got to be one of the most frustrating things that I've ever encountered. I swear, your species is most unpredictable." The statement from Hound sounds annoyed typed out, but he smiles lightly while saying it all. It's as if he enjoyed the challenge. For that I'm thankful.
So he drives off into the sunset like the exuberant explorer that he is, promising a visit in the near future or any time that he is in need of that favor returned.
I return to find my room...surprisingly undisturbed. Tracks sits innocently in on the table, legs dangling over the sides while Skyfire and Perceptor bury themselves in some of my books. Longview takes this moment to hop out of my bag and sets himself with a 'click' back onto my bookshelf, optics facing straight out the window.
Home *sigh*. It's as if I never left. Some things never change....with the exception of movie protoform Starscream glaring balefully down at all of us from the top of my corner bookshelf. One of my friends got him for me while in Japan. The lone Decepticon amidst a group of Autobots. A lone movie figure in the midst of G1s. With exception of Longview, but he associates himself more with the G1 Autobots anyways.
"As long as you don't try anything stupid, we're not going to do anything to you." I take the liberty of informing Starscream on his first day as sort-of-part-of the Room Crew.
He says nothing in return, but gives a contemptuous sneer as he points his gun at me. I promptly pluck the firearm from his hands and place it with all the other firearms in my candle holder-turned-teacup-turned-armory.
I swear I heard him mutter something about pathetic fleshlings before stalking into the dark, dusty reaches of the top of the book case.
Starscream will come back out, I know it. He's a vainglorious kinda guy. He won't stand for dust in his joints and plating. But for now he just sits there and glares as I type this post using Timebomb as my laptop (I have given up my old laptop to the use of the Room Crew. Thank goodness for portable hard drives.)
Tracks complains to me about Starscream's haughtiness, but I think he prefers Starscream staying on top of that shelf than Starscream competing for time and attention. If anything pleases Tracks right now, it's the tiny blue model Corvette that I aquired in France. He enjoys pushing it around with him wherever he goes now. It's more his than mine now...I'll just keep the little red motorcycle model for myself then.
Anyways, Canada.
Timebomb commented on our brief stupidity in plunging so quickly into a firefight. A spaceship, a human, a laptop, and a pair of binoculars are not going to inflict a lot of damage upon an army of dragons, wizards, and obviously more combat-oriented Transformers. But hey, with Synapse and I acting as snipers, Longview acting as lookout, and Timebomb in kicking aft robot mode, we were able to lend somewhat of a hand. I promise we'll do better next time.
We're home now, back in flat Illinois. I met up with Hound parked complacently down the block from my house. He didn't stick out too bad if you ignored the military decor that covered most of his paint job. But then again, we have at least three police cars parked constantly around the neighborhood (they live here), so a military jeep won't add to the oddness.
"Projecting humans long-term has got to be one of the most frustrating things that I've ever encountered. I swear, your species is most unpredictable." The statement from Hound sounds annoyed typed out, but he smiles lightly while saying it all. It's as if he enjoyed the challenge. For that I'm thankful.
So he drives off into the sunset like the exuberant explorer that he is, promising a visit in the near future or any time that he is in need of that favor returned.
I return to find my room...surprisingly undisturbed. Tracks sits innocently in on the table, legs dangling over the sides while Skyfire and Perceptor bury themselves in some of my books. Longview takes this moment to hop out of my bag and sets himself with a 'click' back onto my bookshelf, optics facing straight out the window.
Home *sigh*. It's as if I never left. Some things never change....with the exception of movie protoform Starscream glaring balefully down at all of us from the top of my corner bookshelf. One of my friends got him for me while in Japan. The lone Decepticon amidst a group of Autobots. A lone movie figure in the midst of G1s. With exception of Longview, but he associates himself more with the G1 Autobots anyways.
"As long as you don't try anything stupid, we're not going to do anything to you." I take the liberty of informing Starscream on his first day as sort-of-part-of the Room Crew.
He says nothing in return, but gives a contemptuous sneer as he points his gun at me. I promptly pluck the firearm from his hands and place it with all the other firearms in my candle holder-turned-teacup-turned-armory.
I swear I heard him mutter something about pathetic fleshlings before stalking into the dark, dusty reaches of the top of the book case.
Starscream will come back out, I know it. He's a vainglorious kinda guy. He won't stand for dust in his joints and plating. But for now he just sits there and glares as I type this post using Timebomb as my laptop (I have given up my old laptop to the use of the Room Crew. Thank goodness for portable hard drives.)
Tracks complains to me about Starscream's haughtiness, but I think he prefers Starscream staying on top of that shelf than Starscream competing for time and attention. If anything pleases Tracks right now, it's the tiny blue model Corvette that I aquired in France. He enjoys pushing it around with him wherever he goes now. It's more his than mine now...I'll just keep the little red motorcycle model for myself then.
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