Neo Paradron 'Airport' -Updated with last posts-

[darkstatic]

Stampede just nods "Yeah...then again how many cellphone's have a mind of their own?" She grins with some amusement. Waiting to see how long she has to hold on for.

[smokedtoast]

Coverband smiles in response, walking back to the base with one arm around her friend. She can sense that he's confused by the gesture... but seems to hope with enough of it, he'll start to understand what the gesture means. "In fact, you know what Metal? Someone should round up the number of kids we've got all about and make sure they don't get hurt. There's Jazzbox, Claymore, Gutbucket, and Mallcore just to name a few."

[hare]

"I'm Wonko the sane the third! Son of *Hic* Wonkoish the Sane the second! Bow to my greatness!" Fliptop hicced while trying to hold on Wreckback "Bow to the greatess that ish me!" Pseudometal just shook his head in annoyance. "If this keeps up, I'm going give this guy a stomach pump. Forcefully."

"How much did he drink anyways?!" Bluegrass said as he hammed a piece of siding to the house. "He can't seem to hold on his damn booze."

"I too can hold it! *Hic* I can also hold your link cable and lick it! *Hic*" Fliptop slurred while still trying to hold on to Wreckback.

[darkstatic]

Stampede just snorted "And if you don't I will!" she seemed a little annoyed with Fliptop but so far hasn't tried to thump him to prove her point. "Do us a favour and shut up" she mutters as she glares at the smaller transformer.

[smokedtoast]

Wreckback winces and glares over at Fliptop. "Flip, please find someone else to drunkenly harrass... I'm kind of in the the middle of something here if you can't tell. Unless you want this building to collapse on us in the near future." He replies sternly, a bit frustrated by the situation.

[dreamcatcher]

Claymore studied Clickclack for a moment, unnerved by the flash of something in his eyes. He wasn't about to pry though, not wanting to stir any kind of situation. "Pirate, eh?" He shrugged. "Might have to keep an eye out for if they come back...see what they're up to."

[hare]

Fliptop laughs and gives Wreckback a hug. "I love you, man....." Pseudometal sort of wish he was in the bar right now. Bluegrass was chuckling a little. There was something a drunken cellphone minibot that was entertaining, but he didn't admit to it. C-Cord saw Claymore. She was a little shocked that he was deaged. But she also remembers all the artoricities he committed. She saw a video footage of him turning one of the security guards into a walking bomb, with her screaming while he was laughing. Her hand twitched a little. Singaling that it wants something to finish Claymore off with. Out of all the people they brought in, why him?

[smokedtoast]

Clickclack nodded in response, before glancing C-Cord's way as he sensed her entering the room. He can't help but see her hand twitching a little.... and inside he wasn't too far from doing the same. Still, considering the circumstances... it would be far unfair of him to judge Claymore just yet, considering his current situation. His expression seemed to have a bit of cautious optimism on his face, as if he was both voicing his own concerns but at the same time was trusting sideshow's judgement. Turning back to the others, he comments. "Indeed... whoever they were, they seemed most interested in the greater experiments like ourselves then the simpler ones. Candyshop might have bit off more then he could chew in these circumstances."

[dreamcatcher]

It was when Claymore noticed C-Cord that more memories from before his change in POV started coming back. It wasn't quite like amnesia but his mind still recovering from the shock of this new situation. But when he saw her, some of that shock-induced fuzzy memory began to fade. He looked back at at Clickclack and suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Not that long ago, he had been working under the "Us vs Them" mindset. But now, when he finally found himself among friends, his past ran the chance of ruining it all.

His grip tightened on Sideshow before he forced himself to relax. Friendship began with trust, right? It was one of those bits of advice his mother told him, a long time ago. So he had to trust that these people will give him the benefit of a doubt. Sideshow had done so, so far. That was a positive start. Yet it didn't help still the butterflies beneath his skin.

[smokedtoast]

Sideshow pats his new ward lightly on the side as he notices the grip tighten. He knew things would possibly lead this way... but he's not about to give up on the newly youthened experiment. "Greetings C-Cord, how are you feeling?" He responds, a protective look in his eyes like a bear protecting their cubs. "I know that long periods of surfing like that can cause pains over time..."

[hare]

C-Cord shook her head, quickly getting rid of the feeling of revenge out of her CPU. She smiles. "Thanks. Just a little tired from all that data surfing and undoing some of the stuff that the IDC did to Clickclack. Other than that, I doing okay. How are you and Claymore?"

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Track Nine and some of the inventors were in abandoned building, clearing it out and at the same time building stuff out of junk. "Ooooo. This will make a good component Plasma generator," Track Nine said as she puts an old motor. "Oh yes. You will make a beautiful Plasma generator."

[smokedtoast]

Sideshow smiles back. "We're good I think.. wouldn't you agree Claymore?" He responds, looking over at his new charge. "Definitely better then we had been a few hours ago, were just looking at what's left to eat back here."
Clickclack can't help but smile lightly at the scene. "I'm surprised you guys are still on the ship, I think I saw some of the other hacker types heading for the buildings in our new home. Though I guess I can't be too surprised, aye Lightweight?"

[darkstatic]

Lightweight smiles "No I don't suppose you could" she smiled having kept out of the converstation for fear of saying the wrong thing. "I was just talking to Wirehead here" she elaborated a little.
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Stampede meanwhile was trying not to laugh herself silly at the declaration of the drunken phone to Wreakback. "I'd pitty you if weren't so funny" she spoke up amused. Still somewhat annoyed but this time the amusement dampened the desire to knock Fliptop off.

[smokedtoast]

Wreckback chuckles lightly in response. "Alright alright... I have to admit it's funny... though I still say it'd be funnier if he were on your shoulder Stampede. Comedy's all about opposites in this sort of situation... and you're even more of an opposite then I am." He can't help but tease in response, looking in Bluegrass's direction. "How much longer amigo?"
Wrongriff meanwhile came up to Track Nine's direction with some spare parts. "Need some more parts, my newly intellectually gifted friend?" He responds with a light smile, happy to see his friend in a lot better mood then she had been before her recent transformation. All and all, he feels like he should do as much as possible to keep this good mood going.

[hare]

"I have to put in a couple of nails and we'll pretty much set," Bluegrass said. "It's great we're free and all, but what the hell we're going to do about supplies? Those rations we got won't last us for a while. Seeing we got at least a thousand people, give or take, we might run out within a couple of days. A week if you're lucky."

"I need to sit down....." Flipback muttered weakily while still holding on to Wreckback. "Yeah. About supplies and rations, what we're going to do about that? I don't trust that 52 guy for a moment."

"Right now, we don't have any choice," Bluegrass said, disbelieving his own words. "Besides, it's worth a try to see if this so called ghost account exists. And can somebody hand me ta drill?"

Track Nine nods. "You can hand me that power cell over there if you don't mind, sir?" She said while point the discarded powercell on the left side of the wall.