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Scouting continues. None of my characters involved and THNMY, but still part of the story.
https://earth-2806.livejournal.com/2847.html
https://earth-2806.livejournal.com/2847.html
2005-05-22
[Storm tag would still have happened, but tone down Waspy's friendliness just a notch. Also he wouldn't have been as upset at the end of the game, since he wouldn't be considering Forte as probable fere]
(Storm Tag!! (see here))
(Storm Tag!! (see here))
What in the hells?
Ok... no hangover... no memory of yesterday evening... no sign of Scorponok anywhere...
Where's Scourge? Maybe he knows what's goin on...
Ok... no hangover... no memory of yesterday evening... no sign of Scorponok anywhere...
Where's Scourge? Maybe he knows what's goin on...
This just ain't my day...
Or the right year either, but, gettin to that.
Might as well keep a record of this mess so when I get back to where I'm sposta be, one of the science types can make sure this doesn't happen again.
Here's the sitch so far.
Yesterday... well, yesterday for me an Fracas (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loud_fracas) anyway... me an Fracas an Lokos were spendin some time gettin drunk. Partly cause there wasn't anythin else to do at the time, and partly cause Cyke an Scourge got themselves roughed up by Galvy earlier that day an me an Fracas were feelin the backlash from it an thought it might be fair to give our partners hangovers in exchange. Y'know... remind em about the side effects of binary bonding...
Next thing I remember clearly, I wake up outside the base. The glaring absence of Scorponok was enough to let me know somethin wasn't right. I didn't have a hangover either, but I ain't upset about THAT goin missin.
Ok, sensible thing to do was head inside and find out where the hells the rest of the Hive had gone to, and why I'd been left outside the base to sleep it off.
'Cept, as I start to head in, I see someone else leavin without me. Cyclonus.
Right.
Somthin's just wrong with that. And Cyke ain't the type for jokes...
So... I go inside, and find Scourge. Who doesn't have a frellin clue who I am.
Somehow we've gone a couple years or so back in time.
Fracas finds us a bit later... an starts to lose it because his own partner doesn't recognize him. I don even wanna imagine what he must have been gettin as feedback...
To make the rest short, we've been dumped in detention 'for our own saftey' till Cyke and Galvy get back.
I wouldn't have let em put us in here, except...
1. none of the 'Cons here know us an we could get attacked
2. Fracas was already flippin out
3. No Scorponok here... so can't hope for backup if the 'Cons do decide to get rid of us
And the most important... they ain't really got us locked in, even if they think they do...
Electronic locks... against two of the Hive...
If we wanted out, it wouldn't even be a challenge.
Or the right year either, but, gettin to that.
Might as well keep a record of this mess so when I get back to where I'm sposta be, one of the science types can make sure this doesn't happen again.
Here's the sitch so far.
Yesterday... well, yesterday for me an Fracas (
loud_fracas) anyway... me an Fracas an Lokos were spendin some time gettin drunk. Partly cause there wasn't anythin else to do at the time, and partly cause Cyke an Scourge got themselves roughed up by Galvy earlier that day an me an Fracas were feelin the backlash from it an thought it might be fair to give our partners hangovers in exchange. Y'know... remind em about the side effects of binary bonding...Next thing I remember clearly, I wake up outside the base. The glaring absence of Scorponok was enough to let me know somethin wasn't right. I didn't have a hangover either, but I ain't upset about THAT goin missin.
Ok, sensible thing to do was head inside and find out where the hells the rest of the Hive had gone to, and why I'd been left outside the base to sleep it off.
'Cept, as I start to head in, I see someone else leavin without me. Cyclonus.
Right.
Somthin's just wrong with that. And Cyke ain't the type for jokes...
So... I go inside, and find Scourge. Who doesn't have a frellin clue who I am.
Somehow we've gone a couple years or so back in time.
Fracas finds us a bit later... an starts to lose it because his own partner doesn't recognize him. I don even wanna imagine what he must have been gettin as feedback...
To make the rest short, we've been dumped in detention 'for our own saftey' till Cyke and Galvy get back.
I wouldn't have let em put us in here, except...
1. none of the 'Cons here know us an we could get attacked
2. Fracas was already flippin out
3. No Scorponok here... so can't hope for backup if the 'Cons do decide to get rid of us
And the most important... they ain't really got us locked in, even if they think they do...
Electronic locks... against two of the Hive...
If we wanted out, it wouldn't even be a challenge.
Nightstick and Fracas are interviewed by Galvatron and released from detention. (For some reason all the comments didn't import to DW, despite multiple tries. So this is a link post to both LJ and the import attempt for now.)
http://greenstreetpunk.livejournal.com/446.html
http://wilywars-archive.dreamwidth.org/94711.html
http://greenstreetpunk.livejournal.com/446.html
http://wilywars-archive.dreamwidth.org/94711.html
I hate bein locked up. I dunno which is worse... the locked door... or that Scourge had me put in here.
Ok, I know we've gone back in time somehow, an Scourge doesn't even know who I am. But...
I donno if I can explain it to anyone who's not binary bonded... There's things that... become almost instinct. And one of those is expectin your own damn partner to at least recognize you.
Ok, so... I can't claim we always get along with the 'Cons. That'd be a flat out lie...
I mean, the first year was the worst. You couldn't go anyplace without insults from one side or the other. "Filthy organic parasites" vs "Walking metal garbage heaps"... you get the idea.
But... you can't be like this an not have it... change you somehow. And eventually you get to where there's certain lines you know not to cross with each other.
Like puttin me in a cage, of any sort.
Scourge wouldn't... not the Scourge I know. Cause he'd end up gettin the backlash from my damned claustrophobia or whatever it is. I don't think that's quite the right word... I don't mind small spaces, as long as I can get OUT of them.
The only reason I'm not in a total panic now is cause I know I could get out of this one... electronic lock...
Yeah, this Scourge really doesn't know me at all...
So why do I still feel so... betrayed...
Ok, I know we've gone back in time somehow, an Scourge doesn't even know who I am. But...
I donno if I can explain it to anyone who's not binary bonded... There's things that... become almost instinct. And one of those is expectin your own damn partner to at least recognize you.
Ok, so... I can't claim we always get along with the 'Cons. That'd be a flat out lie...
I mean, the first year was the worst. You couldn't go anyplace without insults from one side or the other. "Filthy organic parasites" vs "Walking metal garbage heaps"... you get the idea.
But... you can't be like this an not have it... change you somehow. And eventually you get to where there's certain lines you know not to cross with each other.
Like puttin me in a cage, of any sort.
Scourge wouldn't... not the Scourge I know. Cause he'd end up gettin the backlash from my damned claustrophobia or whatever it is. I don't think that's quite the right word... I don't mind small spaces, as long as I can get OUT of them.
The only reason I'm not in a total panic now is cause I know I could get out of this one... electronic lock...
Yeah, this Scourge really doesn't know me at all...
So why do I still feel so... betrayed...
