shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

We've hardly mastered it.

 

That might be how you work, that might be how war protocols work, and that might be what you've been lead to believe is reality, but it's not. There are medics and psychologists falling out of the rafters, desperate to help the dying race become less dead, we have colonies with no sense of strife trying to reach out, all of the nonaligned Cybertronians are flying back home to help build from the wreckage hand in hand with Decepticons and Autobots despite all the atrocities in the war and do you want to know why?

Because. They. Fix. Things. For. No. Reason.

Because the reason is societal wellbeing, the safety and sanctity of the crew, the safety and sanctity of you, and the general hope that maybe, just maybe, this time it's not going to backfire! That maybe we can help someone without that someone turning around and becoming a genocidal warlord!

Just because you aren't nice doesn't mean other people can't be.

That's an incredibly believable reply. I am utterly convinced.

You've done quite a bit with it. I'd say it's fairly close to mastery.

 

...much as I distrust him, Scanner has a point. Shouldn't try to force him into medical procedures, especially under unfamiliar medic(s).

 

I mean. We're 'safe'.

 

And just because someone says they mean well doesn't mean they do! Thought a diplomat of all people would understand that!

Scanner has no reason to trust anyone in here. Can't blame him for being cautious about letting strangers at his fragging brain module.

 

Then he can live with the migraines. I'm not decrypting my comms for him to rifle through like an organic panty thief.

 

Yes. But that's his choice.

You-- and Life Support, and others-- have offered. An offer does not have to be accepted. "No" is an answer, as are "not yet" and "maybe".

 

Gee I wonder what it might feel like to have someone rifling through your brain. Almost like a horrific violations of boundaries right? Almost like they're completely and utterly worming their fingers through everything you've thought was close and sacred right? Sort of like having hands up in your wires constantly and never being allowed to say no?

Oh Primus I wonder if anyone could possibly describe to me what the utter feeling of violation is like! I don't know if I could ever understand. Silly me.

I'm not picking him up and locking him onto a fragging berth to let the medic tickle his node and brain at the same time. I'm telling him that "just deal with me violating you every second of every day or you're hurting me darling, can't you see how much it hurts me" isn't a viable fragging option.

 

Exactly! You understand! So why get angry at Scanner for also being afraid?

Is repeating the same idea a Cybertronian cultural marker? You've said this multiple times, if Scanner's going to parse it at all I'm sure he has already!

Agreed that his drama is annoying, but ripping into him for not jumping on your solution will not help anyone.

 

Burlesque I need a hug.

 

Geeeeeez I sure am not the only one here with issues am I now. My my my my my It seems like my only options are get told I'm terrible and should shut up forever about somethign I had no choice in becoming or subjecting myself to surgical procedures I still do not trust come without hooks attached, to become more normal and societally acceptable.

I have to say I love my new friends. As far as awful choices go this one has the biggest possible net gain for me yet if you count unadulterated panic at the prospect of indebting myself to strangers as a gain! But hey at least there's a choice.

 

...You know what. No. Not my argument. Don't know why I stepped in in the first place. Have fun tearing each other apart.

 

Hyu lot don´t haf shields vot would keep komms from beink heard outside of certain pleces? Becawze eef hyu do, gif Scanner dere sum odder job und put shields round heez room.

 

Fine. Fine.

[He scoops her up, authomatically locking his fingers with hers.]

Take some fucking pain suppressants and stop wanking on other people's comm channels. You can do whatever. I don't care. I'm not decrypting my comm channel, so suck it up.

 

Ew why do you wanna know about my self-servicing habits? :O

 

[She talks hand to him, cuddling in.]
Are you okay? Do you need a hug? Do you want to listen to music?

 

that respect's pump-warming and all, but correcting you when you get me mixed up with some other motherfucker ain't me starting a fight, or even having half an interest in one with you
we all got to see how you take corrections as fightin words not too far back, though, so i guess i can see how you got confused
you've got some biology schoolfeeds to read or something, go have fun with those

 

So, are you implying that you actually do jerk off to invading people's privacy?

 

{awwws at the diamonds}
i think they're being diamonds anyway
how do transformer quads even work

 

[His fingers move lightning fast as he responds, 'No, I'm not okay. I mean, I'm fine. I'm fine with not being okay. Let me just hold you.']

Poorly, probably. If I understand the terminology right, Lacuna and I are pale with the occasional swing into ash, and I smear red and black with Flux. Is that correct? Cybertron only had two modes of marriage-- quadranting if you will-- with one functioning as 'diamonds' and the other being 'hearts'. We never had an official 'spade' designation, which is ironic when you consider that the tragic black leanings of Megatron and Optimus Prime are probably singularly responsible for a great number of horrible things.

Maybe if they made it official they'd stop fragging things up.