milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ironhide

There's the roar of an engine coming from somewhere near the forest. It's a deep, throaty sound and soon accompanied by the squeal of tyres though at first, there's nothing to be seen.

Until there is.

Out of nowhere, a car appears. It's big and bronze and makes a hell of a racket. But possibly not as much of one as Gene.

'...bloody 'ell is goin' on!'

He yanks up on the handbrake; the wheels lock on the grass and there's a looooong, graceful, mud-flying slide. The Cortina does a frankly sweet one-eighty and ends up about six feet from the back door. The engine is killed and he looks at his passenger.

'I bloody hope there's somewhere t'park. If this baby gets turned into a dog or somethin', I'm blamin' you, Barlow.'

Kate does not look too worried. Possibly she's concentrating on attempting to uncurl her fingers from the dashboard.

[Driving Instructor!tag: Gene Hunt]
[Man with a broken door!tag: Sam Tyler]

[OOC: Two pups, two muns. Tag one or both, specify who you want etc etc (Cameos possible from the other). Kate-mun will have a slow for dinner at some point but other than that, tag away! (If anyone tries to steal the car, be prepared for Death By Gene.) :D]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

The door opens. There's a sound like the THX Sound played in reverse, and then six and a half feet of black and chrome and guns stomps in.

It's a happy stomping.

"Bar," the mech says to the aforementioned appliance, "I want something good today. Perceptor's not dead after all."

The oversized container that materializes bears the label 'Egils Sterkur'. Ironhide eyes it, then lets out a bark of a laugh. "Yeah, okay," he says. "That's appropriate."

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Today is not a good day to be out near the far end of the firing range. There's been good news in New Iacon today, which means Ironhide wanted to celebrate, which means explosions, which means he's best shunted away from the humans for fear of spooking them, which means-

Well, it means there's a six-foot six (rassum frassum subspace compression field) black robot out at the firing range demonstrating exactly what a Cybertronian plasma cannon and MIRV-style personal missile system can do to a hapless boulder.

The crater needed refinishing anyway.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

There's a noise like the THX Sound in reverse, and two panels of the wall slide open to reveal the cunningly concealed elevator to the Milli-garage. Ironhide stomps out, muttering to himself. You'd think that humans would understand being given an embassy while they negotiated for access to Cybertronian tech wasn't a license to stuff the embassy with engineers and let them disassemble everything they could get their hands on. Well, it's Optimus' problem. Ironhide just glares, and occasionally makes plausible-sounding threats. He's not a people mech.

On the other hand, he's a mech who does respond to notes like the one that just popped up, so he's gonna go look for Alyx Vance before ordering a drink.

student_of_impossibility

Tavi is sitting at a table today, alternately staring off into space and scribbling furiously. Sometimes he crosses something out and writes above it, and at one point he actually just crumples the paper with a look of mild frustration. He's also sort of chewing on the nail of his thumb, clearly lost in thought--something's got his attention.

He's also got a completely untouched meal next to him.

Clearly he could use a distraction, or at least a reminder to eat.

helpful-squid.livejournal.com

Sometimes the Bar's demographics skew just the tiniest bit away from the usual human-heavy distribution. Today, for instance, there is a glowing purple-pink squidlike creature drifting through the rafters, fiddling aimlessly with a number of machine parts it's found. It secreted a few of them away at Cubefall to work on later and found them looking very different once the holiday subsided and the construction toys went away; it's trying to determine what to do with them now.

There is also a ruddy-skinned human-sized bipedal amphibian of sorts at one of the tables. Mess Sergeant Gardner has been able to do wonders with food for the humans on board the Normandy, but Mordin can be a little fussy about what he eats sometimes, so he's slipped away to get food more like what he grew accustomed to on Omega and read up on his Collector proteome data results.

And there is a 6'6" black robot with all kinds of pointy bits who's just come in from a long day at work on the towers of Iacon. He's got beer. No, he's not biological under the metal, and yes, it's human beer.

Any one of them could be bothered.

[Multi-pup post. Specify who you're tagging unless you just wanna gawp, in which case I'll pick someone at random. Tinytag: Mordin Solus.]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

It has been quite some time since the crater that lies beyond the end of the firing range has been renewed. Given that dirt, once made mud, tends to slide and puddle and fill in gouges, it may well be that some people are unaware that there was a crater there to begin with. And certainly people have probably become accustomed to a relative sort of peace and quiet in the outside area.

It is to you that we say: we are so very, very sorry.

BLAM!!!

Ironhide's back. And he's practicing.

vance_prime

Alyx Vance is sitting by the fireside, reading a book. That's not too uncommon, these days. Milliways is pretty much the only place where she can get a free moment for reading.

Lately, she's mostly been reading books on pregnancy and child care--not surprising, considering. Today, however, she's got an English-to-Spanish dictionary, which she's perusing whilst taking notes on a legal pad. Anyone looking over her shoulder will see that she's got a list of words like campo de tiro, escopeta, estar de guardia, granjero, helicóptero, mecánico, pilotar, and rotar de guardas.

Feel free to ask her what the heck she's planning.

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!]

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!

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.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

[OOM: As soon as the signals from space were reported, the United States began preparing in earnest.

Sam Witwicky, on the other hand, just tried to make it through calculus class.
And garnered some unlooked-for blonde attention.]

The elevator doors open with a sound like the THX Sound played in reverse, and a profoundly disgruntled big black mech storms out. "This is not where I had intended to go," he snaps at the Bar. "I do not have time for this!"

Bar? Is unimpressed.

"Fine. Very well. I'll spend some time here. If the doors to Autobase haven't returned by the time I'm done with my target practice there will be the Pit to pay."

Ironhide doesn't take being told to blow off steam very gracefully. Hope you weren't planning on any peaceful relaxing time out back today.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways: "Honored sentients, heads of state, and ministers, I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and nominal head of the Cybertronian government-in-exile. I have met some of you in person, spoken to others, and some of you I have not yet had the honor of either at this time. In the weeks to come, I will be prepared for any communcations you wish to have with me concerning this matter..."

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

♩ ♪ ♫ ♩

Sari's sitting cross-legged on the couch over by the fireplace, a bandage wrapped around her right hand and a xylophone set across her lap.

♫ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♩

It's hard to say whether she's trying to learn a particular tune or just playing notes at random.

♫ ♫ ♩ ♩ ♩

Current Mood: subdued

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

The elevator doors are barely all the way open when Ironhide strides out. We'd like to say that any spectators probably haven't seen him like this before, all bristling with business and guns a mere thought away from going online, but this is Ironhide; probably a lot of people who've seen him before have seen him like this.

He is, however, moving with the sort of grim satisfaction that one normally sees in a cynic who's been proved right.

"Bar. I need a bottle of Singha, if you don't mind," he says. "We've finally got company back home."

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

[OOM, present day, the desert outside Barstow: "They're heeeeeee-eeeere...."]

Ironhide stumps through the door with an odd sound like the THX noise played in reverse. He glances around at the assembled organics, grunts to himself, and makes his way over to the Bar. Once he gets a sizable glass of Singha beer, he settles in at one of the stools and turns to watch the room for a while.

Watch, not glower at. For once in his very long life, Ironhide is in a good mood and nothing is exploding other than what's outside the Window.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Somewhere out there, just at the edge of the most delicately tuned sensors' perception, there are signals being traded that Ironhide can't quite read. Some of them are Autobot signals, he's sure of that. Some of them are Decepticon ones, of that he's even more sure. The fact is that he can't read any of them. It's like spending a week with someone whispering in your ear just loudly enough to hear, but not to understand; it makes him cranky.

Granted, everything makes him cranky. But this is extra cranky. And that's why there's an Autobot weapons master out behind the Bar, out past the firing range, piling a veritable pyramid of boulders and large stones in the center of a blast crater. Best thing you can do for a bad mood is take it out on someone who deserves it, but when you can't find someone deserving, you should at least practice it away.

[tinytag: Fiona Glennane]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

[OOM: "WASSERMAN!!"]

It's the third and final day of Cubefall. By now, most everybody who comes to the Bar regularly probably knows about it. Still, new people turn up all the time- and after the other day, well, Ironhide's sort of curious whether humans really find the holiday as disturbing and alien as all that. Thus he's taken it upon himself to move into one of the booths composed entirely of Erector sets and assemble a sign in English:

HAPPY CUBEFALL
QUESTIONS ANSWERED HERE

He then goes on to start work on a reasonable semblance of the Autobot logo using only Lincoln logs. He's not used to working in wood, but construction is as construction does.

One of these things is almost certainly going to end in disaster.

[tinytag: Cubefall, Seras Victoria, Nathan Stark, Valeria Von Doom, Sari Sumdac]

vance_prime

When Alyx comes down the stairs, she blinks in surprise at the change in decor. After looking around for a long moment, she shrugs and walks over to the Bar to order breakfast.

With her scrambled eggs and bacon comes a floating, translucent window full of text, under the heading 'CUBEFALL.' Alyx reads with interest. A Cybertronian holiday, connected to their origin myth, celebrating birth and death and rebirth, and so on and so forth...

Then she gets to the part about 'test reconfigurations.'

( radical rethinking and revision of our genetic imperatives )
( will you give your child the chance her mother never had )
( a host body? you must be joking )
( god, I hope you don't remember who you were )
( close your eyes, honey, don't look )

"No thank you," Alyx murmurs, her face several shades paler than it was a minute ago. She turns and walks out the back door at a pace just shy of a run, her breakfast sitting forgotten on Bar's countertop.

If anyone needs her, she'll be sitting on the grass out back with her head between her knees.

[Open for tags until it falls off the page; be prepared for slowtime.

tinytags: Alyx Vance, Cubefall, Remy "Thirteen" Hadley, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya]

Current Mood: nauseated

im-so-sari.livejournal.com

"C'mon, c'mon, don't be a closet again--"

The door cre-e-eaks open, and a pigtailed head pokes through.

"Yessss!" The girl pumps a fist in triumph. "Finally!"

It took a week of trying the door, but Sari Sumdac has managed to make it back to Milliways. Too bad none of her Autobot friends were around to witness it.

renegade-enzo.livejournal.com

When babies enter the picture, normal people do normal things.

Normal mothers-to-be have baby showers where you're almost guaranteed to get five of one item, and three of at least two others. Moms need these things. Naturally.

Normal fathers-to-be encourage lung cancer by doling out cigars. Because apparently handing out anything else isn't nearly as manly.

Matrix? Is not a normal father-to-be.

His idea of celebrating impending fatherhood is to spend time at the shooting range.

Passing out bullets.

To hapless targets.

He has his own style, y'see...

Just be careful in how you interrupt him.

Current Mood: happy

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar hasn't been around for a while, but she's here now and settled with a small meal, a large dog, and a catalogue of car parts. She's enjoying a long, slow evening after several months of tiny things that have stacked up.

{{Open until whenever. Mun is still going to be posting at about one character a month until graduation.))

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Ironhide hasn't been to the Bar for a while. Responsibilities at home- you know how it is. (Especially with someone like Grimlock around.) He could use some quality crater time away from potentially pesky humans, though, so he's stalking into the Bar today with his guns at the ready. (Not that they aren't always.)

Somewhat to his surprise, the Bar pops up a note in old Cybertronian glyphs as he walks by. One of his optic shutters slants in the equivalent of a raised eyebrow as he reads it. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he finally says. "It's not my inception anniversary, and it sure as the Pit isn't Cubefall. But... thanks."

[OOC: The comic book The Transformers issue #1 hit the stands for the first time on May 8, 1984. Happy birthday to the franchise, guys.]

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

It has not been the most fantastic of days at Autobase today. Ironhide got into an argument with a visiting Congressperson despite all reasonable protocols being taken to keep him and Grimlock from ever coming within a hundred yards of Representative Henley.

There is a big (6'6"- gotta love the subspace compression field) black 'bot out back grimly working on enlarging the crater on the far side of the target range in an effort to blow off steam without blowing off heads.

not-toothfairy.livejournal.com

Grimlock beat Ironhide in a wrestling match today, two falls out of three. While this boosted the Dinobot's (as the humans have taken to calling him) spirits immensely, it's left Ironhide a little cranky. He was under the impression his own skills were better than that. Unfortunately, the only mech at home who would be a suitable match for further practice is Optimus, who's busy at the moment. Ironhide's not going back to Grimlock until he's sure he's not going to get a giant robotic victory dance in his face for trying. He is, however, planning on at least a modicum of cheating:

"Bar. You got any Cybertronian hand-to-hand combat instruction routines available for download?"