Sunday SUNDAY Sunday

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Oh, Haven, have you missed Whirl?  That's because you don't have AWESOME O VISION so you couldn't even see the vast gobs of awesome he has been racking up. Scads of the stuff. He's rolling in awesomeness. ]

[And he feels generous so he'll share some.]

[The video feed comes on to...Whirl's awesome face. And then he steps back to reveal two of the weird little disklike probes Shockwave's sent out.  Only they're each covered in a luchador mask. Because Whirl makes the best use of the Junk Pile, ever.  They're currently circling each other, warily.  Each has a small, primitive, remote control box making a bump under the mask..]

Hey. Whoever keeps sending these things into my room.

A) Fraggin' pervert.  Jetfire if it's you I swear to Primus I'm gonna start wondering about you.

B) Thanks. Because these are the best toy ever.  

Everyone else: I'd like you to meet El Poopo del Toro and Chilly con Carnage. 

[Of course those names rock. He thought them up himself.]

They're here to fight to the death for your amusement.  [He holds up two controllers, obviously for the drones.]

So. Who's in? [Because this is totes boring by himself. ]

Comments

[dinnerdate]

Why would they need stealth?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

To psych out their opponent.

[Duh.]

Besides you haven't seen these things sneaking around?

[dinnerdate]

Right...

No.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah? You wanna know why you haven't seen any of 'em sneakin' around?


[Wait for it.]

[Wait.]

[Okay now.]

Stealth.

[Mind: BLOWN, huh?]

[dinnerdate]

[Or.]

...I don't really leave my room.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

.....

[Confound you.]

You know what? That's probably 90% of your problem right there.

[The other 10% being 'listening to Whirl']

You need to get out more.

[He will hold up one of the controllers, temptingly. ] You know you want to~

[dinnerdate]

I guess I could... If you really want me to.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Would I ask if I didn't want to?

[Seriously? Does Whirl look like a mech who offers things to be 'nice'?]

[dinnerdate]

Alright... Uh, where am I going?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Megatronus's arena.

Gotta give them a worthy setting for their Epic ^tm Combat.

[dinnerdate]

Oh.

[He really doesn't like going into Megatronus' quadrant.]


Okay. I'm, uh, on my way...

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Dead End sounds even less enthusiastic than usual. Which is saying something.]

[A moment. Because like empathy and stuff is hard.]

You want to meet somewhere else? I could pack 'em up.

[dinnerdate]

[Whirl you are so nice, he can't even begin to explain how nice you are.]

I- Are you sure?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[It would be the world's shortest explanation.]

Yeah. Where are you at?

[Legitimately: would Whirl offer to go out of his way for anyone? No.]

[dinnerdate]

[Dead End begs to differ.]

Alpha Trion's temple.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Okay. But I'm only doing this because you are seriously fun-deprived.

[It's like a good deed! Only...violent.]

[dinnerdate]

Right... Thanks, Whirl.