crux_fleet | EVENT: MINING COLONY V'VORTE

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EVENT: MINING COLONY V'VORTE

Who: Councilor Labismat, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, OPEN
Where: V’Vorte
When: June 4th-8th
Warnings: N/A

The Fleet stations itself near V’Varga, the more populated planet of the V’V system, but the majority of the ships are ferrying people down to V’Vorte. Mainly desert, the only things of interest on it seem to be the Mining Plains, which stretch for hundreds of miles; the Blue Circus, which lights up the nights with laser shows and fireworks; and the small town that supports the first two and serves as a small island of normality among the eccentric carnies and boisterous miners. There are rides to and from the Teuberg twice a day, in case you would rather not stay overnight, which are overseen by Science Captain McEngineer, who gives an energetic explanation of the types of metal needed when asked. Back on the Teuberg, Councilor Labismat can be found greeting the ships coming back in, checking on any progress being made.

The V’V natives are mostly humanoid in appearance, with reddened skin tones and large eyes that help them see in the dimmer light of their sun. Most of them, especially the miners, are quite friendly and seem unfazed by the variety of species the Fleet has brought to their doorstep. The only Transports who might get a second glance are the robotic ones, as the mining mechs vaguely resemble them.

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He'll just growl which is his attempt at being gracious in defeat. And plan revenge and maybe a raid on her grenade closet.

"I prefer the one that's, you know, not losing." Deadlock likes to keep it simple: that's his wisdom. HE IS THE WISEST.

But before he can cook up his next scathing retort, there's a grinning monkey thing aiming its huge idiotic smile right for his optic. It's instinct--he grabs for his gun, and...oops. Collateral damage? Goodbye creepy smiley sock monkey.

If you ever wondered why defeat is one of the only things Flashpoint can handle without complaint Deadlock, ask her about Nyon. Still, points to him for the show of restraint, that's progress!

"What if everyone wins?" Now she's just messing with him because these fortune cookie revelations are beyond even her comprehension.

Flashpoint's not expecting him to draw his gun, and she ducks instinctively, poor Squiddie falling to the ground, her hands thrown up in a defensive posture...onto which charred bits of fluff and sock land.

"Harsh, mech. Didn't know you were so afraid of monkeys trying to hug you."

Yeah, well, Deadlock: full of surprises. And guns. Remember that.

"Then I win harder." Ask a stupid question, Flashpoint, get a.....

"Yeah, well, let that be a warning to you." No hugging. Or at least no maniacal grinning while flying at his face.

But hey, you dropped one of his plush offerings! You brute! He's gonna pick squiddie up and plop him back where he belongs: on her face.

Full of guns, huh? Hopefully wherever he's hiding those is marked with warning tape because she'd hate to, ya know, fumble across them by accident and get one of those surprises.

Have a lineface Deadlock, because that is most simplistic logic ever. But since Flashpoint being 'weird' gets a great reaction from him, she's gonna lift her browridge next and say, "....that's kinda hot."

Because it is!

"Gonna shoot me if I try and hug you, huh?" Sensible enough, considering how aggressively she's known to 'hug' people, mostly Decepticons. But as sarcastic as that was supposed to sound, it comes out a little softer as he picks up the squidie and plops it on her face. She doesn't actually move, except to vent a sigh. "If you're gonna be my cephalopod cosmetologist, you're gonna have to do a better job than that." Come on Deadlock, make pretty it up like you did before.

BURSTING with guns, as far as any Autobot is concerned.

He'd probably insert a trigger joke in here somewhere if he wasn't afraid it would come off sounding closer to premature ejaculation. Which is, by the way, a problem he does not have.

Just so you know.

And you bet his logic is hot. The hottest.

"....better not try." Because no. He won't shoot you. But you can just totally take his word for it and not try it yourself. You know, just to be safe.

"Yeah?" Oh, are you daring him to make you pretty, Flashpoint? "More is better." It is his fashion philosophy, as well as his ammunition policy. So Squiddie is swiftly joined by Crabbie and Flounder. Your face is now an underwater wonderland of plush.

That sounds like a personal problem. The bursting with guns thing, not the itchy trigger. Well, maybe that too. But Flashpoint doesn't know how sensitive it is yet, maybe she should find out?

"What if I'm out for some vengeance?" Because you know, he's ahead of her on the hugging score. And that weird expression on her face that is a mix of coy and catty says that yes, he knows just what she's talking about!

And he can't avoid seeing it either, because she keeps it the whole time he's arranging her plushy crown. Hopefully he can still see most of it around the draping tentacles and crab feet.

He'll keep his personal problems--and his guns--to himself, thanks.

You, however, get the Undersea Theme look.

He's gonna sound all casual while he arranges plush limbs on her face. "Vengeance away. Just know that after I stomp you flat I'm going to raid your grenade drawer." Ha.

That's probably wise, since there's only so many types of gun sharing that's strictly safe and she'd rather not end up on the wrong end, intended or not.

And at this rate she might have to consider a tweak to her deco, less orange and more green. Except she's not an underwater alt so that kind of ruins the theme. Speaking of ruining things though, Flashpoint's gonna call that vengeance bluff right now. Except not with the hugging, that's way too obvious. Instead, she's gonna take advantage of how Deadlock has to lean in close to fluff her plushy 'do and plant a kiss on his big dumb face. SNEAK ATTACK! She only lingers for a sparkbeat before pulling away like it's not big thang.

"Tch. Just don't take the one with your name on it." Because she's got a weird attachment to that grenade okay? It's got a little frowny face painted on it and sometimes she likes to turn it upside-down.

Nah, he likes her deco.

Not that he'd ever, you know, say that out loud. It's kind of like her, though, bold and in-your-face. Well, not as in your face as Squiddie's tentacles, but, you know what he means.

Wait. What. What. What just fraggin' happened here? Suddenly he's got plush on his face and then...that feels like a mouth on his. If she had punched him in the face he couldn't look more stunned. He jerks back with such force that the pile of plushes he'd been holding in his other arm goes flying, and in the silence, there's a slow plopping of stuffed animals on the ground.

"...the frag is wrong with you?" Because. What. He can't. Even.

Later on Flashpoint will probably lay around staring at the ceiling wondering why the frag she even did it. She's just begging for rejection here; turned away, kicked to the curb, told to go home. She's always been a little impulsive, particularly in her younger years, and what the hell it is about him that makes her feel young again she has no fragging clue. It's almost maddening...except when she stops trying to figure it out and just goes with the flow.

'Course then that means she does crazy things like this.

"What?" Flashpoint says, all innocent like it's no big deal because bluster is still her biggest defense, "You said no hugging! ... So I improvised." Never mind the reasons why, she's not entirely sure herself. Flashpoint redistributes Crabby around her helm crest so she can see better, and starts picking up all the fallen plush. If he's going to yell at her, at least she'll have a reason to already be looking at the ground. Tactics!

Yeah, well, when she figures it out, she can let him know, because as far as Deadlock's concerned, his face is a No Kissing Zone.

"You don't improvise with your face!" Well, he has, but it was high impact on someone else's face. He's the only facial improvisor around here, okay?

He's still staring for a long moment after her, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, which is still holding a plush purple and yellow striped kitten. HE squints at her back, and then launches it at her aft. "That's how you improvise." See? Lesson. It's getting catty up in here.

Maybe he should tell himself that since he kinda kissed her first. Under the influence of...a thing...at the time, but whatever. Details. SHRUUUUG.

"Is there some other body part you'd prefer?" Deadlock, STOP making it so easy. "_{no seriously you walked right into that one...}"

And well, since he's not making much effort to retrieve his plushies, she's just going to pick them all up. Finders, keepers! That is until that kitten torpedoes her aft. "Hey!" she pops up a little too fast, losing part of her crown again. WELL. If Deadlock's going to be like that, she's got half an armload of ammo and is going to unload a rainbow parrot at his lower abdominal plating.

That was totally not his fault. And besides. That was, uh, uh....just a clever ruse to get a closer look at her munitions supply. Got it? That was it. The kiss, and the back massage and, uh, all of it.

He's just going to sputter at that. Yeah, he walked right into it. This is why he hates dealing with people. Shooting them is so much less damaging to his ego.

Now, throwing stuff at each other? This he can do. "Hey yourself!" Parrot him, will you? Have a moose to the face.

Riiiiiiight. He got plenty close to her munitions supply while she was out of the room. Unless he meant the supply she was personally carrying, in which case his wandering hands went all the wrong places.

Face it Deadlock, Flashpoint's skill level in Backtalk is maxed out, it's even higher than grenade launching. She'd make anyone sputter on a good day.

The levels of maturity though, those are at an all time low here. Because moose to the face? That's an unforgivable insult! He might have even mushed up her plushy crown again. "I'll get you, my pretteh!!" Have a Wiley Wombat to the face and his cousin the Bad Badger to the stomach. There's some mock cackling in there too.

He was...uh...just doing recon then. Also he wasn't feeling himself at the time. So he settled for feeling her *rimshot*

"Double taps are illegal!" Except, of course, when he's doing them. This is your fault, Flashpoint, as he'll begin Barnyard Barrage on you.

Well he certainly did a lot of reconnaissance in regards to the arrangement of her plating. AND her kitchen. That's left her with a growing taste for revenge and frankly of the two she's less interested in his pantry.

"And when did you become the plushie combat poli--!?" Flashpoint shrieks at the barrage--half laughter, half quasi-outrage--and pelts him with her last two bits of ammo before throwing an arm and a thigh up to shield herself. "Hey, full-auto is totally unfair!"

And since there are apparently no rules here, she's going to do what anyone would do once out of ammo. She's going to lunge and tackle him. Sorry Deadlock, she's not very plush though. Except...maybe her EM field a little. SHUT UP.

~~Everyone's always after Deadlock's Lucky Charms~~

"Since I outgun you!" Ha, he's already thought of an answer. Not one that makes any sense, but he's counting on Quackers the Quaker Duck and Moo Moo Cow to present further rebuttal of her argument.

Hey! He's disappointed in himself. He really ought to have seen that coming. Most people would find it unseemly to wrestle in a ring of stuffed-animal observers in a public carnival, but they're not Deadlock. You want it like that? It's on.

Unless she tries tickling him. Uncool.

~~No stop now I'm really hungry!~~

Yeah she's just gonna ignore that 'outgun' comment. Just because he does, even with plushies, but she has shear, idiotic brawn on her side. And if we're talking rebuttals it's the pointy part of Flashpoint's grille buttin' into Deadlock's chestplate as she wrestles him top the ground. And she's not tickling him....yet. She's just latching both hands onto those cute little gold fin-things that stick out on either side of his cockpit back kibble. Just as she thought, they make great handlebars!

Cry MERCY Decepticon, or she will tickle you!

Deadlock expects no mercy: he's a Decepticon.

For the record, they make terrible handlebars, because they don't really give her much steering control over him. What it does is cause him to buck, his own hands pushing at her face. "Sore loser!"

Yeah, well, Flashpoint is only just learning to be better at giving it, so maybe you can help her practice Deadlock.

But only if you scream her name loud enough the whole carnival can hear. Then she'll have mercy and stop tickling.

Except she needs to start tickling first, which sounds like a great idea. Perfect vengeance for this bucking thing his pelvic frame is doing to her abdominal plating. Quit with the distractions! That's not playing fair either. "Pfft, like you weren't." She releases her grip on the fins, letting her greater weight pin him down, hands dragging around to his sides, looking for sensitive spots she remember from that weird encounters in her quarters.

He's no one's practice toy!

Especially when he's already busy being her tickle-dummy.

"You just wanted my loot!" That's what this whole thing is, obviously. She's greedy and wants his plushies. But that's the last he can get out, because he's too busy laughing, that 'oh god no stop' kind of laugh.

Way to live up to that 'merciless' reputations, Flashpoint.

Hey she never called him a toy! Though...the concept has a certain charm to it....

"Is that a booty joke? Did you just make a booty joke?" If not, she just made if for him. What a helper she is. Like right now, helping herself to all his ticklish spots with those merciless hands. Say her name Deadlock, Say Her Name! Don't stop laughing though, Flashpoint really likes that sound.

Don't. Even go there. Grrrrr.

"Frag you and your fraggin' booty!" He means it to be an insult, and not...uh, yeah. Whatever that was. He's going to blame--SURPRISE--Flashpoint for that, because if she wasn't doing that fraggin' tickling he could have said something far more awesome.

At least a little more awesome.

Hey Deadlock started it!

"Did you just--" Holy slag she cannot keep from laughing, "Did you seriously just say that?!" Well now they're both laughing and that seems unfairly balanced so she'll just tickle him harder, trying to pin at least one of his kicking feet. "Maybe I'll tickle you into submission and then make off with all your booty." Or at least the Squidie. She likes that one.

"Shut up!" No having fun at his expense. "Like to see you come up with something better."

Huh, yeah, he really would. So he's gonna at least try, because it is Retaliatin' Time: time to see what his own tickly fingers could do to that spot on her lower chassis.

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