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| Hab-Suite Party; Closed thread (Whirl) | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 23 Apr 2016, 01:47 PM (58 Views) | |
| Swerve | 23 Apr 2016, 01:47 PM Post #1 |
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Swerve had to admit, he never thought he'd ever share a hab-suite with Whirl. Not that it was a bad thing, not at all, the minibot actually liked the idea of finally having some company. It'd be nice to finally have someone else to talk to at the end of the day. He'd needed to run out to grab some extra blankets for Whirl, but hey, it wasn't a big issue or anything. Hopefully Whirl wouldn't mess with too much of his stuff while he was out. As he made his way down the hallway, blankets in his arms, Swerve noted how the way the whole situation had even come about was remarkably like a sitcom setup. He remembered how Whirl had gone into the bar earlier, seeming to be bitter about something. When Swerve had asked what was bothering him, the flyer had started complaining about how the keypad to his door was broken. How it got broken, Swerve didn't ask, but for whatever reason he'd felt compelled to offer to let Whirl spend the night at his hab-suite. It wasn't like it was going to be a permanent thing, just until the keypad was fixed. Besides, what could have possibly gone wrong? Sure, Whirl was excitable and prone to having the occasional outburst, but really, who hadn't had at least one violent outburst of some kind on this ship? Swerve could name at least a dozen mechs off the top of his head who frequently instigated or participated in bar fights. One of which who'd actually asked why Swerve still talked to Whirl after the Shoomer incident, which was pretty ridiculous and just plain mean. That mess was more Swerve's fault than anyone's, it wasn't like Whirl made him look down the barrel of the gun. As he reached hab suite 43, Swerve shifted the extra blankets over to one arm and opened the door. "Alright, Whirl, I snagged some blankets for you." |
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| Deleted User | 24 Apr 2016, 12:43 PM Post #2 |
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Having a suitemate again - well, that hadn't happened since the sparkeater had gotten loose, after their first launch. It left Whirl a little nervous - should he have said no? Filched some energon goodies or a new gun for Swerve from Brainstorm as a thank you? But the whole ship knew he didn't do gratitude, so maybe there was no point to that. In the end he'd just brought himself, and had done his level best to not touch anything while he waited for Swerve to get back. While he wasn't going to tell anyone, he'd trashed the keypad himself - hardly on purpose, but accidents were all too easy sometimes, especially when he hadn't noticed how close he was to his own habsuite. At least he'd scratched up a bit of the wall too - maybe he could end up blaming it on... Cyclonus. Sword practice gone wrong, or something! Or maybe Ravage. Cats sharpened their claws on things, right? None of that mattered right now, though - not until someone asked. So while his nerves made him fret, pacing to and fro and tapping his claws together - don't touch anything don't touch anything - he stilled when he heard Swerve outside, and leaned down to beam at him. Looming, somehow, didn't seem like a good idea - and it meant he was at a better height to gently pluck the blankets off of his arm. "Great! You know, I've really got a good feeling about this set-up. We both talk too much... annoy people... that's a lot of common ground. Means we won't annoy each other. Probably." Alright, maybe that was a little harsh, given Swerve had offered him a place to stay regardless of how many times he'd made a mess of the bar. Other mechs would have actually held a grudge - hell, he would have expected that. But he was about as good at being not harsh as Swerve was at being quiet. |
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| Swerve | 27 Apr 2016, 08:21 PM Post #3 |
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Swerve couldn't help but huff and frown slightly at Whirl's remark about annoying people. It was true, so he knew he didn't have a right to really be mad about it, but it was never pleasant to be reminded of one's poorer traits, much less by Whirl. Still, there was no point in complaining about it. "Yeah, well, if I do start to annoy you, feel free to say so. Tell me to 'shut up' or whatever, otherwise I'll probably just keep talking." He knew he could talk too much. Oh Primus could Swerve talk. It wouldn't be such an issue if he just knew when to stop. The minibot could very literally talk for days on end if one let him. Something that had actually happened on more than one occasion, as a matter of fact. The most recent being after the accident with Rung and the unintentional headshot. Swerve smirked a bit as he recalled how Rung had slowly putting a finger to his lips after six straight days of him talking at the poor psychiatrist. Swerve wondered if Whirl ever thought about that incident at all, but quickly decided it was best to not bring it up. Instead, he glanced around his room and noticed that everything was exactly as it was when he'd left. It was a little surprising, to say the least. He'd half expected at least one thing to be out of place, not that he'd have really cared. What had Whirl done to keep himself occupied, then? Had he just stood in silence, like they were doing right now? Wait. Oops. Suddenly aware of the awkward silence that'd built up, Swerve quickly looked up at Whirl and gave a sheepish grin. He almost never had anyone come down to his hab-suite for anything, and he was unsure of what to do now. "So, uh," The minibot nervously glanced around the room again, unenthusiastically clapping his hands together as he looked back up. "Wanna talk about... Stuff?" Smooth. |
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| Deleted User | 1 May 2016, 07:18 PM Post #4 |
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"Don't worry!" Whirl assured him, shaping his optic into a cheerful squint. Swerve was just as casually certain of his being annoying as Whirl had been when he'd said it, which... well, wasn't quite right. Whirl had said it to goad him, not for him to agree with. Did that many bots let him know they didn't want to hear him talk? It wasn't as if he'd ever been all that sharp around Whirl. Sure, a bit tactless, as blunt and curious as a punch to the face, but never cruel. He realized suddenly that he'd cut off there, so he gamely forged on. "I'm pretty much immune to anything you could say." Not quite, but hopefully he wouldn't take it as a challenge. He hadn't had that many incidents at the bar recently, right? Right. Right! This arrangement had every reason to go smoothly, especially since he hadn't... tossed minibots or trashed Swerve's in the past while. But that still left the both of them like this, all raw edges and messy uncertainty. Whirl hadn't had anyone in his habsuite up until Cyclonus dropped by, and he was even less at ease with being a guest in someone else's. Swerve seemed to have about as much expertise, but it was still a prompt, pathetic as it was. "Stuff!" he parroted back. "Yeah, sure... what kind of stuff are we talking? Gossip stuff? Secret stuff? Stuff we're keeping from Rodimus stuff?" It was maybe a little mean to pass the topic right back to Swerve, but it wasn't as if talking was Whirl's forte - everyone knew he was only good at fighting and annoying people. Swerve could at least talk and do the same. |
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| Swerve | 5 May 2016, 10:26 AM Post #5 |
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Immune to anything he could say? Well, that sounded like a challenge if Swerve ever heard one. As tempting as the potential friendly banter was, however, this was Whirl, and Swerve decided it was best not to test his luck. He didn't want to genuinely upset him and get tossed. His visor had gotten cracked last time that happened, having one's vision split and turn glitchy was not fun at all. However, they still did need something to talk about. Usually Swerve was a fountain of ready conversation topics for any situation, but now he was drawing a blank. When Whirl mentioned gossip, though, the perfect thing came to mind. Oh how Swerve loved to gossip, even if it did sometimes get him in trouble. A sly grin spread across his face. "Well, you know, I've been hearing murmurs about Minimus Ambus, the tiny guy inside the Ultra Magnus suit," Swerve lowered his voice slightly, even though there really was no one else around who could potentially overhear. "I've heard that he's got a secret fourth layer, and that he gets even smaller." Swerve held his hand out to around his midsection to indicate the height of the supposed fourth layer. He knew the chances of the rumor being true were actually incredibly slim, if not impossible, but gossip was gossip. Besides, it was hilarious to imagine that the enormous Ultra Magnus was, at his core, about half the height of all the other minibots onboard the ship. |
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| Deleted User | 14 May 2016, 07:52 PM Post #6 |
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When Swerve lowered his voice, Whirl leaned in. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it wasn't like he had many opportunities to be secretive. Stealth wasn't the Wrecker style - and it hadn't been his thing even before he'd joined up. "What?!" he exclaimed, in his closest approximation of a whisper, which was ultimately only slightly quieter than usual. Well, it wasn't his fault his effort was wasted. "Even smaller than his third layer? But that would mean..." And he pinched his claws together, lifting up the imaginary Minimus that Swerve had indicated. "I could carry him like a cute extra-minibot!" Just the thought of that was almost too much to bear. The fact that an even tinier Minimus could still knock him off his feet and lock him in the brig didn't do much to the lustre of the idea. It was probably fake, but why tarnish a perfectly good rumour? "Now, I want to know where you heard this, buuuut more importantly: you know what we have to do now, right?" He squinted with diabolical good cheer. "We have to test it!" There was a brief burst of static as he reset his vocalizer. "Though... maybe after tonight. We've got a... thing going." There was an airy wave of claw to encompass the pile of blankets, Swerve's untouched things, the habsuite at large. Enthusiastically throwing things at Minimus to see if he could get smaller would have to wait. |
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| Swerve | 18 Jun 2016, 08:54 AM Post #7 |
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Whirl's apparent delight with the rumor made Swerve's grin grow wider, and he gave a brief chuckle when Whirl talked about carrying the rumored tinier Minimus. One of the few things Swerve enjoyed more than simply discussing rumors was when those he would discuss with were just as pleased with them as he was. It was rarely ever fun to gossip with someone who'd only get mad about it, though in most cases the bots Swerve would gossip with would merely seem indifferent. That was all fine, but it was nice when the other party was just as into it as he was. As Swerve continued to listen, though, he couldn't help but wonder if Whirl was maybe too into the rumor of a super small Minimus. Speculating and spying was all well and harmless, but testing it? Chances are it would lead to the two of them getting in trouble and, tinier or not, Minimus could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. Hell, he was sometimes intimidating even when he wasnt trying to be. Swerve decided that it would perhaps be best to steer the conversation away from the rumor for the time being, and glanced around the room. "Ah, yeah, a thing. Right," Swerve mentally scrambled to think of something else to occupy the time, and suddenly remembered a small detail he wished he'd remembered earlier when he was all but panicking trying to come up with something to talk about. "Oh, hey, you make clocks right?" Clocks actually weren't much of a personal interest to Swerve, but talking about others' hobbies always had the potential to be interesting. And, truth be told, Swerve was actually somewhat curious how one could make a clock with claws in place of hands. Okay, really curious. |
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