milliways_bar | Entries tagged with rad

Really, all he wanted was some breakfast, but the vidwindow announcing Cubefall, asking him what configurations he'd like to sample cut short his effort to place an order.

"Every year you give me some wolf-robot," he grouses. "I wish you'd stop."

The vidwindow is silent, waiting for Rabastan's Y/N.

"Fine, I'll go along, but I'm breaking tradition this time around."

And now there's a dog sitting where a human was just a second before.

Meanwhile, Rad and Lionizer are already enjoying their configurations. Sprites, just like in years past.

Rad is rather fond of the form.

[Double (triple?) pup post - pick one or the other.]

knightoflight

One can only hang around a bar for so long, feeling vaguely purposeless and devoid of people to help for so long. Wing is running out of equanimity and patience with himself.

The only solution, of course, is to practice with his blades. The intricate string of movements, the shift and flow of balance, the concentration and focus, if nothing else, should distract him from the strange homesickness he's felt since arriving here. So he's in the yard outside, plasma blades flashing in the light.

((ooc: eminently botherable))

knightoflight

There's a sign, in a careful, laborious script--the kind of writing that says one is copying without knowing exactly what he's saying. This shift is brought to you only after a very long consultation with Bar, who had helpfully provided the translation, which may or may not be accurate to Wing's intent.

Today's Specials

are unlikely to be correctly made
unless you are Cybertronian.

10% discount for every error in color, texture or flavor.

Gratuity highly unlikely.

Wing looks at the sign, giving a satisfied little nod The lettering is at least neat and that's a start. He pauses, then bends forward, drawing a little smiley face next to the last cluster of letters. There. That's better.

((ooc: please feel free to have Wing err in your drink order in any harmless way (don't make it poisonous or anything O_O) or stunningly get it right!))

alotofgood

Honestly, James is still a little nonplussed over his detention, which had been tonight.

He'd been expecting a lot more — a lot worse, really — when he showed up at Slughorn's office in the dungeons, his arms already aching in preparation for scrubbing out cauldron pots by hand, or moving heavy bits of furniture around or something.

But Slughorn had simply greeted him cheerfully, telling him there were a store of Potions ingredients in his cupboard that very likely needed updating, replenishing, and dusting off; and would he kindly help him get rid of the old bottles and create a stores list, being sure to let him know just what needed his attention?

(... there was also the not-too-subtle demand to, "see you at my social gatherings next year, Potter, m'dear boy — no ifs, ands, or buts!" in between, which, admittedly, sank James' spirits.)

So, a little dusty but all together still quite sane, James enters the bar, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows and some of his fingers dotted with black ink spots.

"Butterbeer please, Bar," he says when he reaches the mahogany surface.

{ ooc: Please read this note before tagging, thank you. }

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.

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]

action_rad

[OOM: "It's always the quiet ones who are stranger than fiction..."]

Current Mood: working

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar is settled at a table reading a small stack of mechanic's manuals. It's light reading for her, and she's had a fairly long (if enjoyable) couple of weeks. It's good to take a little time off for reading.

action_rad

[OOM: Christmas. Witwicky style.]

Current Mood: content

a1enzo

There is a dragon outside!

It's a small dragon, which is to say, it's about the height of a tall human... at the shoulder. It is just flying in from the mountains, gliding (mostly) majestically over the trees.

Come admire his reptilian grace! Ask for a ride, if you're not too heavy!

Or bring him some food. That would be very welcome, too.

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Bumblebee wasn't in the Bar yesterday, as there were duties to deal with back home, but today is another story. It's exactly as spectacular a display of Cubefall reconstruction symbols as Optimus had said, so perhaps the little yellow mech can be excused for responding to the Bar's current state with the Hallelujah Chorus over his speakers.

He settles down in one of the more complicated chairs and assembles a Lego sign in English:

A joyous Cubefall to one and all!
If you have questions about the holiday,
I can answer them for you!

Yeah. He's good.

[tinytag: Meghan Ford]

action_rad

Bar wasted no time on giving Rad a vidwindow announcing the arrival of Cubefall, an explanation, and a list of configurations to choose from once he entered Milliways.

Two lists on one screen, actually.

"There's one for you, too, Lionizer," Rad remarks after noting aloud that there's a list for himself.

The Target Master is shown the list prepared just for him.

For several minutes, there's a discussion going on about the merits of this or that body, until Rad finally makes his choice. A sprite. One dressed in civilian-looking clothes and a lab coat. And carrying a gun.

"One before Primus! This is weird! My body's telling me what my function is!"

Combat scientist, it seemed to say. Combat scientist, in the sense that he was both a scientist and a fighter.

"What about me? What's my options list again?" asks Lionizer. "Oh, sweet. That one!"

"Says you'd better go outside if you want to pick it."

"Who cares? Let's go!"

..................

So now there's a robot lion flying above the Milliways back area, being piloted by one now-sprited!Rad.

Ultra-gear, no?

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: "Great Southern Land" - Icehouse

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.

action_rad

[OOM: ...moving along...]

a1enzo

[[OOM: What's it worth to get a little peace from your own feelings?]]

Emotional turmoil is all very well—or not, as the case may be—but when it, or your efforts to combat it, cause you to miss dinner two nights running, you have more immediate and concrete problems.

This one's solvable, at least. Enzo has settled into a booth with a truly enormous binary burger, dripping condiments.

He's here for food, not socialization. But when have you ever let that stop you?

action_rad

[OOM: Pre-Christmas. Rad and Sparkplug discuss holidays and a certain incept.]

Current Mood: blah

command_dot_com

"Eee!"

Excuse the noise, there's an excitable turquoise two-month old getting tickled with one of the new spring tulips by her mother. Both Mother and daughter are tucked up on one of the couches, enoying a breif moment of waking peace for the two of them.

"What is that, Mairi...is that a flower tickling you..."

Open to being bothered, or just to soak up the adorable.

action_rad

Sitting at a table and holding an innocuous-looking photograph is one Autobot Action Master Rad.

The picture has him trying hard not to laugh, though he is grinning despite his best efforts.

Because the picture is the one Carly took of Spike while the Witwickys were attending Portland's Oktoberfest.

The same Spike who later on threatened interchangeably to get even with the Autobot and to never speak to Rad again once Carly [after a lot of scuffling with her husband] gave it to him.

Ah, well, at least Daniel is still speaking to him.

Current Mood: humoured

action_rad

[OOM: An OOM in two parts. First, Rad finally tells Grapple that he's been "volunteered" to make Daniel's Halloween costume, and second, the Witwickys get into the spirit of Ocktoberfest. Tee-hee.]

Current Mood: amused

prob-japanese.livejournal.com

Optimus wants Bumblebee to be with him and Silverbolt and Jetfire when the Big Reveal to the humans of Earth goes down. Bumblebee is fine with this. He is, however, a little tense. There's no way of rehearsing for something like that, and as much as he likes to think he knows the species pretty well by now, Bumblebee's all too aware of how unpredictable humans can be. So many variables to account for, so many possibilities to extrapolate...

Bumblebee's currently in the rafters at Milliways, flitting from beam to beam as nimbly as two hundred forty pounds of metal* can manage, as he runs simulations inwardly and ranks them in order of probability of occurrence and possible consequences both short-term and long-term. The joys of hyperthreaded cognitive processors, eh? He's making no effort to hide, so anyone who looks up might very well spot yellow and chrome flashing through the shadows.

*The subspace compression field that renders him a whopping 5'2" in-Bar also shunts off a proportional amount of his mass.

mendanddefend_archive

[Pre-Milliways: Dot's latest doctor's appointment proves to be... interesting.]

Bob and Dot are in the Bar together. This is perfectly normal, albeit something that hasn't happened in a while.

Dot is seated in a comfy chair, while Bob is kneeling in front of her, talking to her pregnant belly. Unusual, but not terribly so.

The part where he seems to be encouraging his unborn child to zap his finger? That's new.

"Come on, Mairi, you can do it, just let it out..."

[ooc: Two muns, two pups--tag one, get one free!]

Current Mood: sappy

autocommander.livejournal.com

But with that odd noise, Optimus Prime enters Milliways. There's something odd, though: he seems a bit nervous. He's got a very wide briefcase in one hand, which he sets down on a table.

The table may, in fact, have creaked a little.

His next stop is the bar, where he lays his hand gently on the Bar (no tapping for him), and says, "One Atlantean, please."

Getting the glass, he goes back to the table, sits in a chair, and contemplates both the briefcase and the glass of liquid.

action_rad

After having taken Daniel to school [all while listening to the young Witwicky go on at length about how awesome his costume was going to be, and how all his friends would be jealous], Rad walks into Milliways with a look that could be described either as "mild relief" or "what a nice surprise to be here". Locating his DS Lite, he asks the bar for her suggestion of a microbrewed beer served up with Tostitos and home-made salsa, heads over to that part of the bar [with Lionizer in tow] that sees reasonable traffic, and sits down to pick up where he left off in his game [while said cat-bot lies down underneath the table].

Ordinary days are often the best of days...

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: "Enjoy the Silence" - Depeche Mode

action_rad

[OOM: Just another day in Portland. If by that you mean, "it's totally normal to have an alien robot come pay you a visit".]

Current Mood: calm

mendanddefend_archive

Dot's birthday is less than three weeks away.

Bob somehow managed to agree to plan a birthday-party-slash-baby-shower for her.

Bob is feeling pretty stupid right now.

He's got a strong drink in one hand and a blank vidwindow in the other. Maybe if he stares at the vidwindow hard enough, a party plan will materialize by itself?