I'm a bit bored at the moment, so I had an idea. Let's play a little game of 'Guess the Quote'.

1. Home... home is where the heart is, that's what they say. And I have been missing London so. Its sorrow is as sweet to me as a rare wine.



2. Should you choose to test my resolve in this matter, you will be facing a finality beyond your comprehension, and you will not be counting days, or months, or years, but milleniums in a place with no doors.



3. We're on an express elevator to Hell, goin' down!



4. The human heart has only so much room for love and affection. When a baby moves in, the dog moves out.



5. My turn.



6. You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole, but terribly, terrible sorry he's going to jail.


And for something more obscure...


7. You are not expected and you are not invited. So, fuck off!!



8. The cuckoo, you see... The cuckoo is a beautiful bird.

Man, this is so not my fault this time. Really, really, really not my fault. I mean, ok, I did run away three days ago and I definitely wanted to stow away on Thanatos, but this...?

So not my fault. You hear me?

Unicron help me, he'll be fragged out of his mind when he realizes I'm out of his grasp again. He'll go through the whole inner system with a fine toothed comb and a heavy dose of ammunition if he thinks this makes his chances of finding me a tiny bit better. Border soldiers are not known for their patience after all.

So, if the sitter is not here and the palace not even in the same sector as me, where the bloody slag am I?


[OOC: Jazz is eleven Cybertronian years old at the moment, which is ca. 44000 human years.]

... though I have to admit it is sadly lacking in the proper plomp and shebang.

Shouldn't it be a slagging party? Instead the lowly minion only gets to a sniff of air. And that one's even more stale than Unicron's cookbook.

That said, I miss my third. And it's become dreadfully boring here. Not sure which should be the greater crime, but there it is.

To think, my screamer would have skinned me alive for such a need for... eloquence.


Is it just me, or does the whole chess set seem to suffer from what I came to know as holiday blues?

Okay, if I could remember the last days in a way that does not remind of the artistic lovechild from H. R. Giger and M. C. Escher I would even know if I'm repeating myself. But as my memories are a teeny-tiny bit on the fragged side at the moment, I just have to ask it as it is.

What the slag happened? Because, ya see, mesa being on the clueless side. Though I have the feeling I was playing house with someone who was not of my triade...


[OOC: I hope this is ok for my re-entry in the game.

Giger is the guy who designed the famous Alien. Escher's art inspired the castle scene in the movie Labyrinth.]

My mother just had a seizure.

My mother just had a seizure and I couldn't do anything to help.

My mother just had a seizure and I couldn't do anything to help and the medics have taken her to hospital.

Please gods, please let her not have any brain damage. Please

It's been a long while since I played the what if game.

Can't believe old pops would have made such a cold bastard out of yours truly.

Being away from Cybertron for such a long time has not diminished the effect that an empty comm line has on me. It seems that I most probably never will get really used to the sensation. Silence, as they say, is not what makes a spark keep on living.

I wonder if I am doing the right thing here. I mean, a third. A third that is not my dearly missed Skyfire or my ever sarcastic Screamer. What should come from this? What will my Bee think when he hears of it?

Or better yet, will Prime and Protector accept my choises even if said choises differ so far from the norm?

Screamer once told me there hasn't been any significant contact with off-worlders since the last big colony wars against them. The losses were minimal on our side, though I remember the Weapons Master telling my father that without this war there wouldn't be this current pair of ruling brothers. I believe Ironhide. I believe him because Megatron was always his favourite.

For some time now I have been playing a bit with my holo specs, ya know? Tried out new avatars et al. Which made me realize that Dolph Lundgren's He-Man is definitely not my kind of look, though I have to admit that I now can't get the slagging title theme out of my head.

And so I give you, to rescue myself from the mighty forces of earworms and Hollywood scores, this...
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I downloaded it maybe a year before I came to Earth. Ain't it cute?

Oh, and Christopher? Could I ask you for a bit of advice in an artistic measure?

Seems that I'm missing half of every day since this new kind of schenigans started. Though I have to admit, I haven't the slightest clue as to what is causing it. A hardware glitch it definitely is not, that I know for sure.

And why the slag do I have the feeling that my leaf amulet will give me the answer to my question?


[OOC: this is his story.]

I can hear him again. Just like that, as if the comm line were never broken.

... but why now? It is not as if he didn't have enough chances to let me hear him again.

Also, why the bloody slag is he channelling Friedrich Nietzsche? I remember him being more interested in rocks than any kind of philosophic theorems.

Was it just my mainframe glitching, or was there some French thing going on a few days ago?

I had an inner monologue like the Swedish guy cooking for Kermit, only that it was cursing like a French sailor.

And why in the bloody remains of Camelot am I only remembering it now anyway?


[OOC: I'm not sure if that is ok, but I only now realised that we had French Chef Day last Saturday.]

Sam knew that to follow this path, to succumb to a desire so strange as this, would be similar to suicide. Still, he allowed it. He gave permission and the hand of his best friend, his very best alien friend began its journey around his body.

"Bumblebee..." he whispered into the knight.

........hmmmmm.

Looking at all those reports flying around the comm lines, I'm not sure that is even anatomically possible without an avatar. I would congratulate the kid for finding a nice third to settle down with, but really. Who the slag ever told the humans that we build pairs? Not to mention posess some organ similar to a penis or vagina?

By the way, I don't think that dearest Megs ever had a love life after my birth, so what is all that stuff about him romancing my Screamer? Or Optimus? Or some average example of perfection found in basic homo sapiens? The only one being more insistent on celibacy was old uncle Trion.

Though I have to admit Barricade is a cutey. For a slightly deranged commando assassin, that is. I'm sure he's far more happy with Mirage and Skywarp. He's just not my type.

That aside, they are some pretty good stories. The hackers would get their kicks out of all the formulae for parallel dimensions hidden in the stuff.

Anybody want to have some fun fragging a couple of seriously brain-less humanoids?

'Cause they are right in front of the house.

Grok it, pals?

I wonder what all the drama is about.

So, what? We all got a dose of the crazy, some a bit more than others, but still...

It isn't the first time that the VR got the better of us, eh? Makes me wonder when the agents will start their action.

All parameters have been checked. The area has been secured.

Nothing will enter without us knowing about it. The same goes with everything that's trying to leave.

All that is done for the leader of my heart, the most exhalted royalty.

I am always at your service, my queen Lucifer.


[OOC: title translation: It grows/greens so green when the blossoms of Spain are blossoming. (It's a song from My Fair Lady; I haven't the faintest clue what the English name is).

OOC2: Jazz is chanelling a mix of two TF characters. One is Inferno, a slightly deranged and overly loyal ant-former. The other is Red Alert, who is in fanon often described as very paranoid.]

To all of you who gave me a present,

THANK YOU!

You're really swell, folks.

Now that was a really fascinating episode of anthropomorthized culture. I liked it much.

So, neither Jazz nor Midvalley have said anything about the presents they wanted to give the other.

Do you want to show this in a thread with the two, or something different?

The time for presents is coming closer and closer. What the other pawns are planning for it, I really do not want to guess. I read that the waiting is three-quarters of the pleasure in these customs.

Anyway, dearest Hades gifted me with such an abundance of inspiration that I cannot do anything else, but stare at my intended victim. Who would have thought that these endeavors can be so... slagging hard to crack? Makes me wish for Hide's special re-inforced cannons. At least they were easy.

May Unicron guide his flames into perfection.

I was once told that when you start thinking in Shakespearean quotes your life has either arrived at an all-time low or you're very close to dying. I never found out if it was meant as a metaphor for sex.

Maybe I should look into this.

On the other hand, it wouldn't be of any use here. Not that something needs to be of use to be an amusing past time, but still...

Anyway, I'm waiting for my energon shipment. Wouldn't be a good first impression for our lady of the opera house to not keep to her contracts. I've seen too many exelent number wizards fall into the same kind of trap. Dreadfully bad impression, that.

I'm wishing on a star
To follow where you are
I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people who really be

Snow is beautiful. Cold, painful - definitely painful, yep, yep - but still breathtakingly beautiful.

If humans wouldn't have used this cold to hunt my kind I would even say I liked the stuff.

My, that was a truly beautiful boom.

I must admit, I envy the little warrior girl. Such a nice explosion takes style and cunning to produce. If I were in the mood for some destruction, I'd have blown up some rocks as well, but...

Why do something so energy-depleting when there are easier ways to create mayhem, like tricyclic cluster bombs for example? Or maybe a well tuned proto-virus? Makes the clean-up easier at least.

Cheers to you, dragon slaver.


[OOC: Jazz heard the last part of Lina's spell.]