milliways_bar | Entries tagged with bumblebee

One pregnant woman, bundled up in a blanket, curled up in the chair closest to the fireplace.

As far as Alyx is concerned, spring can't come fast enough.

Current Mood: cold

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

[timed to after this.]

Cy is enjoying a milkshake, like usual, when he feels something odd.

Like someone just grabbed all the wires in his system and tugged. Twice.

He freezes up for a second. And then untenses.

"There's something happening here.

"What it is ain't exactly clear."

Did he just say that? Or, rather, did he just play that?

Uh-oh.

[ooc: Out for the evening, but all tags are welcome. Come and enjoy the crack.]

thats-not-data.livejournal.com

A signal, originating from the 8th floor and lasting for a couple of seconds, has just passed through the bar. It might possibly disrupt any computerized apparatus that happens to be present and operating in Milliways.

Also, those with excellent hearing might hear two heavy objects hit the floor simultaneously upstairs.

[OOC: Taggable for reactions. See this back room post for more information.]

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Bumblebee, perhaps more than most of the other Autobots in his world except maybe Hound, has been immersing himself in human culture and society for most of his time on Earth. As a scout his function was to gather information and make matters easier for those who would follow after him. In his current function, he's got a lot of ambassadorial duties, which means he needs to be able to deal with humans on their own terms. So he spends a lot of time patching himself into the Internet and reading about daily goings-on, and watching the calendar for potentially important dates. Today, according to news reports from seven or eight different countries, is one of them. Thus, there is a bright yellow-and-chrome robot at one of the tables nearby with a sign propped up nearby:

Welcome to Coming Out Day
We Are Who (And What) We Are
And We Take Pride In It

Because the sign is maintained by an alien robot with a holoprojector, every few seconds it switches languages, rotating between English, German, Italian, French, Croatian, Polish, Welsh, and Dutch. (As nearly as Bumblebee can tell, those are the primary languages of the countries where the day is officially marked.) There's also a small stack of brochures on the subject nearby, printed out at the local Kinko's, and an array of pins including pink triangles, black triangles, lambdas, labryses, and rainbows of various designs.

This should be interesting.

vance_prime

So. The other day Alyx managed to get her hands on a robot in desperate need of repair. She made a commitment to stay in Milliways until she finished fixing HELPeR.

She doesn't quite regret making that promise yet, but she's getting there.

If you go down to the garage, you'll find her bent over a pile of wires, circuits, and blue-painted metal, cursing a blue streak. Approach with caution.

[~~Not plotlocked, but please ping me before tagging.~~ Okay, now it is plotlocked. No new tags plz kthx.]

Current Mood: frustrated

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

There's a sound like the THX Sound in reverse and a little (5'2", if you include his ear-tennae) yellow-and-chrome mech strolls out of the cunningly concealed elevator to the garage. Bumblebee is apparently in a good mood, and a multicultural one to boot: he's playing what sounds like Jonsi over his speakers. Bar gives him a drink anyway, and he goes to look for a spot to sit and extend a tube into the fuel supply. (No mouth, what can you do.)

It's a good day.

basic_powers

This evening, running around the bar proper and around the stables and treefort outside, is a little scruffy young boy. He's ducking and weaving around furniture, and jumping over some of the rocks outside with a little bit of ease.. It would be a pretty spectacular sight, except it's kind of ruined by the screeching black and gold minicyber-raptor running about a foot behind Tyler.

"Koh!"

Winston'd just like to know when they're going to HUNT some prey already, really.

04_after

When Quatre sits down at the bar (wearing a grey dress shirt and thick black linen pants, with a matte dusty gold waiscoat) for a mug of coffee, a note appears for him at the bar.

"Oh," Quatre says, concerned, "I would, but I don't handle alcohol."

The next note says I'll find someone to cover that, so Quatre brightens and stands up. "Give me fifteen to twenty to see where everything is back there, and a partner, and I can definitely do that."

He retrieves his coffee once he's on the other side of the counter, and starts his inspection, unclipping his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows.

His partner turns out to be a five-foot tall yellow and chrome robot named Bumblebee who "speaks" in projected speech bubbles (Quatre is, it goes without saying, charmed).
Happy Hour
Non-alcoholic specials
Tea (any type; Rooibos and honey recommend)
Juice
Alcoholic specials
Anything not from Earth

Quatre clears his throat slightly, and projects: "Happy hour's open!"

[OOC: ~~Bumblebee is handling the alcoholic orders, and Quatre the non-alcoholic--but don't worry, they can hand orders off to each other if you tag someone else first.~~ :). Aaand happy hour is closed! Thanks , kids! ]

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Things are busy at home in the California desert, oh, yes, very busy indeed. There are mechs everywhere getting the Iacon Half-Mile back into the most pristine condition they can manage with Earth resources. There are humans all over the place, some helping, some protesting, some asking for directions to the appropriate embassies. Bumblebee's been assigned to deal with those quite a lot. Some of them are sensible- the Japanese especially, as they've met him before- but a lot of them, well.... let's just say that if Bumblebee has to listen to one more human diplomat trying to convince him of the appropriateness of his particular country's labor market model for giant robots who neither sleep nor eat nor breathe, he's going to need to scream. And, well, he has no mouth. So.

Milliways is a fair escape, right? Nobody minds the five-foot yellow-and-chrome robot scrambling through the rafters like Charles Lawton bellowing about sanctuary while he rings the bells of Notre Dame, right?

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

"-I was passing my time away
To the left and to the right
Bulidings towering to the sky
It's out of sight-"

Bumblebee's still pretty thrilled about how things worked out at home after all the hell Megatron and Shockwave put everyone through. Hence the choice of song. On the other hand he's here now, and that's good too; it's been a while since he's seen some people. Getting everything back in working order at home keeps a mech busy as anything. Nothing wrong with a little R&R.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

This is not a day in Milliways that Bumblebee would miss for the world. There's a small (5'0"- 5'2" if you count his ear-tennae) yellow and chrome robot settled in at one of the tables with a big sign up:

A joyous Cubefall to one and all!
Ask Me About The Holiday
And I Will Answer To The Best Of My Abilities

-Bumblebee

That, he thinks, should do it.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

It is a sad state of affairs when you have to come to Milliways to get some peace and quiet to work, but here's Susannah Toren with her laptop. Her brother-in-law is visiting Maine for the first time in a couple of months and Guitar Hero on the Wii is making the old farmhouse sound like the scene of a riot.

And ~~now that she is done ruining people's shit on the drums~~ she is far too busy and mature at her age to put up with that kind of nonsense. She has an action plan to finish writing and a bunch of resumes to go through. She's going to be spending the summer consulting with the Atticus Circle, and they offered to provide her with a personal assistant, but hers will need... special qualities.

vance_prime

A pregnant Afro-Asian woman and a mute yellow Autobot are seated at the same table. Said table is covered with electronic parts of various sizes, shapes, and complexities; some are connected together, some aren't. At the moment, the mother and the mech are primarily focused on the laptop, which is displaying a bizarre set of schematics and circuit diagrams, as well as, inexplicably, an empty Notepad document.

Or maybe it's not so inexplicable. Whenever the woman asks the Autobot a question, he responds by typing in that document. Beats wasting cardboard.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns, tag one and get both! tinytag: Evil Chicken]

she_questions

"Mulder, this is ridiculous. It's like -- the ultimate locked room mystery. An entire Arctic outpost gone dark? Maybe their comms are down for some reason. And that tape, I mean, come on. I'll bet you lunch at that Greek place that this is some kind of heartless prank."

Scully looks up as she precedes her partner through the door, her steps faltering.

"Oh not this place again."

[~~two muns, two pups, tag and get both for every thread, until we hit capacity~~.]
[Closed to new threads, thanks for tagging in. SLOWTIME IS NOW IN EFFECT. Thank you all for being awesome.]

[tiny tags with badges: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder ]

vance_prime

Six hundred and twenty-two.

That's the final count of the civilians rescued from the dead zone. Six hundred and twenty-two, out of thousands. Maybe even millions.

Rescuing even that many is no small thing, and Alyx knows it. They were lucky to get anyone out. But God knows how many people died in there, and there are five more gene worms with the populations of five continents being fed into their maws, and she has no idea if the Resistance will get there in time to save any of those people.

Sometimes, she wonders if there'll be a human race left to save by the time they're done.

So if Alyx seems down in the dumps as she stares into the fire today... that's probably why.

(Okay, yeah, the pregnancy hormones aren't helping, either.)

Current Mood: melancholy

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: "I need to tell you a story."]

The door opens on a desert vista, in sharp contrast with the sudden onset of English choirboys in the air:

"-Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear- o, clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of-"

The recording breaks off abruptly as the little yellow mech realizes where he is. He doesn't get to stand still for long, though, not with the big black one behind him. "There," says Ironhide. "Told you it'd work. You happy, now?"

Bumblebee nods, and there may just be a sound of a baseball audience cheering somewhere.

"Good. Now. You planning on sticking around, or not?"

[OOC: Two pups, one post. Specify either one or both!]

basic_powers

Tyler's out by the lake right now, practicing with his wooden chinese broadsword. And actually he seems to be taking through the stances and katas a little aggressively.

It's been a long couple of days at school. Right after getting back from vacation it seemed there was a new set of problems back home. By the end of the day, he hadn't gotten in any sword practice at all, and was so frustrated he really didn't trust himself to try practicing in Cecil's backyard again.

While they're generally very happy about Tyler coming over to play, he's pretty sure they'd get upset about him working his stress out back there.

So there's a few less tall weeds along the shore of the lake.

Current Mood: aggravated

kicks-bots.livejournal.com

There seems to be a ruckus going on outside the bar door this afternoon. The sounds of lasers and mechanical transformation can be heard in the distance and then the revving of the motor. The door rattles with the sounds of battle, then it suddenly flings open. If one were looking, one would see a motorcycle with a helmeted figure on it. Those familiar with the Transformer's universe might recognize the small Autobot emblem on his left chestplate. The motorcycle's back tire flies upward as the figure goes flying through the bar door and into one of the chairs nearby. Luckily, it's a soft chair.

The figure looks around, alarmed and then cocks their head to the side as it realizes that... This isn't Ocean City.

[tiny tag: Kicker]
[OOC: Must beg slowtime as I watch TV with the family...]

command_dot_com

As soon as Dot enters the bar she drops a small file window onto the Bartop.

"Bar, if you could distribute these to everyone on the list, I'd much appreciate it, thank you."

( Christmas card for Agent K, Annebelle Newfield, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Optimus, Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Barbara Gordon, Danny Phantom, Dani Phantom, YT, Hiro Protagonist, Hellboy and Liz Sherman, Mia Ausa, She-hulk, Suzi and Whistler, Carl Arbogast, Divis Mal, Foxtrot X-Ray, Bill Pardy, Garion, and Laini... )

What that out of the way and a nice digitized NA Egg Nog offered up by Bar, Dot's going to set up a little play area for the artist of this year's card. Mairi's still got some physical development to get a little help with. After all she's just started crawling on her own properly...

One Mother and daughter playing on a blanket in one corner of the Bar tonight, friends and well-meaning company welcome!

vance_prime

Alyx enters the Bar from the garage elevator, with Skitch rolling and D0G KATHUNKing at her heels. She walks up to the Bar and sets a handwritten note on the countertop without a word.

( for Annabelle, Ellen, Ed, Donighal, Bumblebee, and anyone else I might have forgotten... )

She then settles onto the nearest stool, turning around to watch her two robots beep and bwoop back and forth at each other. She's not convinced either of them knows what the other is saying, but they both seem pretty vehement about it.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls!]

Current Mood: amused

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways:

"SOUNDWAVE REPORTING. TRANSMITTING ORBITAL INSTALLATION DATA..."

"I repeat, this is Hound and Moonracer- Earth has been rendered orbitally inaccessible-"]

The Autobots have had worse days than this, to be certain, but this one is up there in the top ten. At least, so far as Bumblebee is concerned. He's starting to understand why Ironhide's response to a terrible situation is to find somewhere private and shoot things until both his arms overheat.

Unfortunately, Bee's attempt to do anything even vaguely similar led him to the Bar instead, so there's a 5'2" yellow-and-chrome Cybertronian with his battle visor down trying to decide whether he wants to go outside and make use of Ironhide's crater or just go alt mode and see whether the land outside by the lake is anywhere near as good as the flats at home for driving so fast you leave unwelcome things behind.

says-the-booyah.livejournal.com

Off near the back of the Bar, where it won't be (too) loud, there is a large TV - about 50". There's a DVD player hooked up to it, and a box of DVDs. The DVDs include such classics as the entire Wednesday the 15th series, that modern masterpiece Rake, and Wendy the Werewolf Stalker - not the cool TV show but the craptastic film with Swanny Crystal. Above the TV is a crudely drawn banner reading "HALLOWEEN HORROR HOEDOWN!!" (Both the artwork and the choice of words are Beast Boy's, if anyone asks.)

Cyborg has just finished getting the his spare batteries connected - he can't find any outlets with the right socket for some reason - and he looks around the Bar with a big grin. "So who y'all wants to see some scary movies?"

[ooc: Mun will have some slowtime, but open to all comers all weekend and threadhopping is encouraged - pick a film (real or imagined) and have some fun. Also a CAR KEYS post for JRR Tolkein.

Updated: Mun now enters weekend slowtime - will tag Saturday night after Shabbos and Sunday before and after wisdom tooth extraction.]

mechanicalswans

One forge god over by the observation window, testing out a prototype.

It is a small-scale armillary sphere model, in steel, of the destruction taking place nightly outside the aforementioned window. Unlike most armillary spheres, turning the crank doesn't just make the stars move in their orbits; no, it collapses them into the center, grinding the metal into dust and sparks (that are contained in the base of the model).

He pauses now and then to let the faint crackle and hum of entropic energy dissipate, to compare the workings of the model with the destruction outside the window, and of course, to sip his beer. Botherable, in his own way.

[open until it scrolls!]

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Two things about Milliways:

One, it's not always consistent in how it handles the flow of time. Bumblebee went into the garage on his last visit and turned around immediately upon seeing a car he'd crunched during his fight with the Nullspark. That was five seconds ago for him, but that was a week or two ago local time.

And two, it's got that pesty subspace compression field going on, which means that despite Bee's best efforts, he's not only smaller than the other Autobots, he's smaller than the humans here- and he's small in alt mode, too. Like, one-seventh the size of an actual 2009 Camaro Concept, kind of small.

Given that what he was going into the garage for was to work off some steam by driving around in an environment where it was not a mucky Scottish autumn, that means he's still got that irritated steam to deal with- but at least at his current size he can get away with doing it by snaking in and out of the tables here inside the Bar...

[OOC: Car keys bait for Ramon Salazar, assuming he's available, but anyone can tag! Tinytag: Xamot and Tomax]

vance_prime

There is a little three-wheeled black robot sitting on top of one of the tables in the middle of the Bar. It has no facial features, but somehow gives the impression that it's sulking.

Seated at the next table over is Alyx Vance. She's got her sketchbook and a sandwich, but she's periodically glancing at the little robot to make sure it's still there and not misbehaving any more than it already has.

Feel free to approach either one and ask what the hell is going on.