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[This is just a little ridiculous. At first, it was confusing and even a little enjoyable. Random organic food items falling from the sky? Some of it energon? Who was he to turn down a meal if the world was up for feeding him? But it was stuff of the miasma, no doubt about it. The only thing that had really convinced him to want to consume any of it was the sight of his companion dragon sniffling at a bit of turkey leg before gnawing it to pieces. After that, Jetstorm had hoarded it and would continue to hoard it, in case it became necessary to have more.]

[But this really was ridiculous. The storm, if it could be called that, worsened, dropping more and more food in heavier and heavier quantities until finally, it was at a point where Jetstorm feared to leave his own room. This is why there is now a forlorn, pale little face staring out at the city from his window, looking at all of the mixed nommies covering most everything and fretting so! He turns toward the drone thing and realizes it's been recording him. Again. But rather than argue with it, he turns it into a request.]

Is everyone alright out there? I thought this was all going to be okay until... this.

[The dragon appears from off screen to rear up and put forepaws on Jetstorm's chest, chirring and warbling incessantly. Jetstorm offers it a hand to pet and a tiny smile. He's okay. He really is. He's just worried. And dragon knows.]

the_other_green_seeker

[Jadewing looks solemn as he appears on the network.]

Just so everyone know... Thundercracker is gone. His little lizards showed up at my place this morning, and I've tried contacting him via the network and in person.

So... yeah. Just thought you all should know.

10_20_15_5_50

[Sam's broadcasting from a seat at Your Place, a milkshake on the table in front of her.]

Having now completed a couple years of it, I'm now pretty sure everyone under a hundred is improvising this 'real adult' stuff. And as for the rest of you? [She grins a crooked little grin, pointing at the camera with a cherry stem.] I've got some suspicions still.

[The broadcast would end there---and does, briefly---but the network's treated to Hiro hijacking Sam's drone to properly inform other Haveners.]

Hey, so, uh, what Sam means is that it's her birthday and she's just being cryptic. So, y'know. Don't let her forget it.

littlestraydoll

[The video comes on to reveal the ruins in the northern mountains, the ones that everyone agrees are haunted. And apparently they are?? After all, the camera's following what looks like a possessed toy. A doll made of knitted yarn is climbing around the broken rocks and remnants of walls. Did a comm drone get lost and find its way clear out there somehow? Surely it doesn't belong to the toy. The Guardians only give comm drones to new arrivals brought by the Miasma . . . right?]

[The little doll loses its footing as bits of rock and dirt slip away from under its stumpy legs. It yelps, little knitted tubes for fingers scrabbling to find purchase in a crack between stones. It pauses, seemingly to make sure it indeed has caught itself, then huffs softly and half-turns toward the drone. Its "eyes" are a pair of mismatched buttons, the left one bright green and noticeably larger than the red one on its right.]

A little help would be nice, friend.

[The voice, sounding like a little boy, presumably comes from the doll, even though its mouth - a gash through the knitting crudely sewn across in such a way as to give it the appearance of ragged teeth - doesn't move.]

[The answering voice is one that every viewer will recognize, since all comm drones sound the same. ~~Think SIRI~~.]

Understood: help. Starting community video to request help.

Correction: community video already in progress. Proceed to request help.

[The doll's head tilts as if in confusion, and shifts faintly for an instant as if glancing at the camera itself, then shakes its head and turns to continue climbing, sounding resigned as it talks to itself.]

Dumb drone. Not as if there's anyone else around. Oh well . . .

((ooc: By the way, permissions post HERE for its "intuitive learning" ability. =3))

hotheadwarmheart

[Lea appears on the comm, holding what seems to be a small, vaguely humanoid-looking fireball in his hands. He looks somewhat disgruntled and a bit tired. The critter itself seems content with the situation, though, making little 'chrrring' noises every so often.]

Anybody here know how to house train one of these little firebugs? Cause as it is, he's ruined two rugs, one of my t-shirts, and very nearly set the couch on fire.

scienderp

[BIRB GET.

He has his drone watching him, just happily listening to his new giant canary.]

What a pleasant surprise! I couldn't have asked for a better present. Does anyone know who sent this?

[He reaches out to stroke his happy little musical companion on the head]

I don't know how I'd be able to thank them.

still_learning

[Enter Jetstorm, lying in his room on his bed. Normally, he would be perfectly comfortable, probably resting or recharging under one of the fluffy blankets provided to him when he moved in. But this is a little different.]

[As in, there's now a very colorful dragon about a fourth of his body size lying over his torso, keeping him held in place, head resting on its forelegs as it snoozes peacefully.]

[Just a little different.]

[Meanwhile, Jetstorm is just staring at it like the derp he is, optics wide and blinking, not at all sure what to do. A moment or two more and he finally takes note of the drone floating across the room, recording his woe.]

Ah... Would you please refrain from doing that right now? I am in a bit of a situation.

greater_than_zero

[Have an audio ping, Sam. Sorry it's almost 4a.m. Zero's concept of "organics need a lot of sleep" is still lacking.]

Sam? You there? It's Subzero.

Sorry to bother you, but I had a request.

10_20_15_5_50

[Standing in her apartment, Sam is smiling, if a little uncertainly, as she leans away from a silvery snout; there’s a robotic moose nosing at her shoulder, like a horse hoping for a treat. It’s friendly enough, having done no worse than nose, but it’s the last thing she expected to find in her previously moose-free living room.]

The moose is not, itself, a problem. The moose is alright. The moose being trapped in my apartment because it can’t quiiite fit through the door, though---that is a problem. It doesn’t seem antsy or anything, but this is still too small a space for something its size.

notoptimus

[The drone feed clicks on to show Bumblebee, sitting at a desk and looking over some data pads with a slight frown. The camera swivels some as it catches movement the bot seems to miss. Some might catch sight of a clydesdale sized robotic t-rex just before it gives a squeaky roar.

Which startles Bee enough to nearly make him jump out of his plating.]

Gah!

[He quickly turns with wide optics to stare at the critter for a moment.]

What in the?

[Meanwhile the little t-rex makes what could only be a happy rumble as it nuzzles up to Bee happily. Who kind of awkwardly pats in return.]

Um...hi, I guess? Where did you come from?

neverputincharge

[Locked to Drift, Gunmax, Jadewing, Lea, Thundercracker, Wing]

Seems like the number of us from the Haven long ago is gettin' smaller and smaller. With some coming back without memories of it. So it's got me thinkin'.

Any of you ever got to thinkin' that maybe we oughtta write up like the history of what went on? Since I don't think any record made it here. [He could be wrong, though.]

Or...at least record what we know of what went on. [Cause he knows people were there long before he was.]

[Locked to Medics/Scientists]

[This one's a lot shorter. But it's something he's been thinking over for some time, playing in his mind cause he knows this is such an odd step, but it's something he wants to do.]

Anyone familiar with changin' or addin' alt-modes?

popculturecon

Okay so like there's this super spooky super weird super jerky me who just got here and like... that's not me okay? You guys are all really awesome and I really like all of you!

But like... Don't... tell him where I am. Or anything. Not because I'm worried! I'm not worried. I'm cool! Nothing happened.

Just don't tell him, okay?

Okay we're cool!

[he did something]

snaptrap

[Hi everyone, you know what you need? A cranky, shitty, smoking, dirty old robot, stomping through the fields and orchards here, blowing smoke and yelling. Mostly at his drone, which doesn't care how cranky Hare is. Hare can't tell if it's sentient or not, but that doesn't matter.

He's yelling at it]

QUIT FOLLOWIN' ME YA CREEPY LIL SUNNUVABITCH! I'm gonna fuckin' knock that camera right off yer spooky face, ya ugly asshole!

[There is no reply from the drone. But Hare answers like it did]

YEAH I'M TALKIN' TA YOU, SHITHEAD! You wanna fight? Ya ain't gonna win, I'm the best brawler this side of LA, I'll bust ya in fuckin' half!

[Someone please collect this shitty baby]

quietone

[Another day, another drone activating to record someone without their knowledge. It takes a moment for it to focus in on said unsuspecting victim, but when it does? There’s a Cybertronian sitting slumped against a battered looking bridge in the East. A Cybertronian that likely looks familiar, what with the long arms, oddly jointed legs and blank screen where a face should be. But the paint job is a dark blue, almost black in places, with purple biolights covering the torso.]

[Soundwave doesn’t appear to be moving though. And with no visible face it’s hard to tell if he’s just recharging or knocked out or… well…]

[He might not have been able to interact with anything in the Shadowzone, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t using up fuel. Shortly after he’d heard Megatron’s death, the Autobots rounding up all the remaining Decepticons on the ship, and seen the restoration of Cybertron, Soundwave had forced himself into recharge. He… needed to figure out what his next move was going to be and for that he needed a clear mind. Watching everything he had worked for suddenly falling apart wasn’t conducive to being able to think through a problem logically.]

[Luckily for anyone who was worried, when the drone gets bored of recording a motionless body, it moves closer to perch on Soundwave’s leg and he jerks, creepy long fingers grabbing the poor thing before the feed cuts.]

10_20_15_5_50

Dude. Are you busy? You can't be busy. Not right now, cause you are gonna love this.

Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Box sets. And it gets better---I think they're all here. All of them.

Where are you?

scienderp

[Today on: Skyfire's life is a constant train of horrible happenstance, we wake up in a crater.

Covered in Arctic ice.

Where is he? What happened? Where is this why is he in a crater how did he get from ice to crater why is this happening what is going on why him-

At least he isn't in ice anymore. That is a thing that happened, and so he can start to slowly, diligently work on scraping ice off of him enough to stand and start walking. Eventually. It's a slow process.

His optics are clouded over with frost and ice, but he care dimly make out the sight of... a communication drone of some sort.

Which explains the scratchy sounding voice message coming over the feed]

E-ex... excuse me. Excuse me. I fear I am in dire need of assistance. I cannot tell you where I am or what is happening, but I hope someone can trace this signal and locate me?

10_20_15_5_50

[It’s Sam in the ~~last presentable~~ corner of her kitchenette, looking slightly disheveled but pretty pleased.]

Does anybody want to come over and help eat a bunch of food in oh… about forty minutes? Additionally, does anybody who wouldn’t be eating want to come over and hang out anyway? These questions are aimed at people who’d fit inside the apartment, but we’ll have the window open if any of you tall dudes want to stop by and heckle cause that’s cool, too.

[Private to Drift]

Could I possibly call in a favour and bum a ride? [She shrugs, apologetic but still smiling.] Gotta make a speed run and I’d rather not risk it on the stree’doo.

still_learning

[Here, we see the vicious Jetstorm in his natural habitat, hidden away in his room while he looks over various papers containing what must be sheet music, if the backs of the pages and the contents of the book in front of him are anything to go on. What could he be planning? What devious schemes could he be researching?]

[From the look of things, it must be something quite awful. Flopped out on his front, staring with such intent, silent as a grave. Surely the end must be near!]

[... Or he could just be enthralled. YOU'LL NEVER KNOW.]

[Oh. Wait. He's spotted the drone.]

... Why are you recording th- [THE DRONE HAS BEEN CAUGHT. THE END IS NIGH. RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! VIDEO OUT!]

dirge

[The drone captures Dirge's huge form half in shadow perched on the roof of an old mausoleum, surveying the graveyard below like some hideous teal vulture.]

I don't understand...

[He mutters, claws tapping at the ancient stone statue of whomever is interred there curiously. He pinches the chin and squints into its eyes for a moment before shaking his head.]

What is the point of this ritual?

[Dirge jumps down, landing on all fours and crouching near a tombstone.]

What a terrible waste! Body parts are so very useful...

[He flicks the grave and it pitches forward a little.] Why bury them in the ground? Or lock them in boxes? Is someone saving these for later?

I know decaying organic can be used to grow things. People bring flowers, but they do not plant them.

a_little_red_in_the_face

[The feed comes on for only a moment. Just long enough for the image to linger on three mechs sharing a berth. Breakdown in the middle, Knock Out snuggled up on his right, and Jetstorm tucked to his left side. Nothing amazing or flashy, just three cuddle bugs sawing logs together. Aren't they cute?]

[The drone thought so, and thought everyone should know. Hope you enjoyed, as the traitorous little drone is going to shut off the feed and flee the room before they wake and take offense to this breach.]

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