ITEM DROP

[re_alignedmods]

A weak dawn breaks, the distant star beginning the slow rise that will take it across Cybertron's 32 hour day, offset by the brilliant lamp in Prima's sector.

Even with the minimal light that it exudes, however, it's enough to know that something is different.

Something has happened.

Something smells fresh, and new, and an awful lot like....lumber?



Yes, it's definitely lumber, and those with finer sensors might also detect a hint of freshly pressed metal sheeting next to it. In fact, there seem to be veritable piles of both, gleaming in the morning 'sun.' You can find steel girders, wooden planks, trusses, tools, and what looks like a good half of a bright orange Home Depot with a few, unglyphed employees still wandering around in a daze. There's almost anything you'd need to build any sort of establishment--doors, windows, roof shingles, concrete and duracrete powder in giant, Cybertronian-sized bags...

There's everything, of course, except for paint. Strangely (or not so strangely), that all ended up with Swindle.

Still, this is good luck! There might be a few plants in the home and garden department for the human types, and there's an entire steelyard for the robot types. That doesn't explain the human-sized hamster balls or the entire gingerbread cottage (complete with a very confused old woman), but surely there is something in here you could use? That very unassuming Sailor Moon wand, for instance...nothing could go wrong with that, now could it?

Of course not!

So go forth, dig for treasure, and build to your heart's content...


((So here are the item drop notes!

--Feel free to tag in below with action-spam of your character discovering the new items and trying to take them from each other/sharing them around!
--Your character may find and pick up anything that you'd expect to find in a standard hardware store (of the human OR Cybertronian variety).
--IF your character is claiming the entirety of any one item (EX: I HAVE ALL THE WRENCHES GUYS HAHAHAH) or claiming one of the specialty items (such as the Sailor Moon transformation wand) you MUST post below and say so in the post header. This time around, it is first-come, first snag. Next time, we'll change the process up to give everyone a chance!
--Yes, the Sailor Moon Wand DOES at least put you in the dress, regardless of size or species. That seems to be all it is capable of, though, so no moon prism power for you.
--All of the unglyphed arrivals will spend the first few days acting like normal. The Home Depot employees will either show you around or claim they aren't getting paid enough and leave. The old woman might yell at you to get off her 'lawn,' or, if you're a child, she'll invite you in for tea and cookies and try to bake you in her oven. Strangely, however, after a few days they all simply vanish. Observant folks might notice them heading straight for the badlands. Feel free to capture any that you wish before this though!))

Comments

this is horrible and I feel bad but Whirl GINGERBREAD HOUSE

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"YOU. Chop chop. Where's my fraggin' cake?"

Whirl is stomping around in front of the gaping side in the gingerbread house. Inside, the plump witch lady is fretting and giving him nasty looks.

"Yeah, don't try that wand slag on me again. I want my cake!"

EHEHEHEHEHEEE B/C I CAN??

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

You know, Ambulon probably would not have interfered with Whirl's merry-mayhem-making, but he's starting to worry about the little organic lady made up of wrinkles. So he stops fussing over how the paint he's found doesn't match the hue of red he's wearing to step in before things get too... messy.

"Whirl," he said, trying to sound calm despite the irritation, "Whirl, don't harass the human. You're probably scaring the scrap out of it." He hoped to Vector Sigma Whirl would recognize his voice; Ambulon had been out and about enough that, eh, to the heck with it. He wasn't gonna hide anymore. "How would you like it if some gigantic alien creature came stomping all over domain?"

Whirl would probably like it, for all Ambulon knew.

Are you trying to troll Whirl? Or flirt with him? And is there a difference?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Oh please. The wrinkled meatsack was cursing healthily enough. Not really acting that scared.

"I'm not harassing anyone. I just want my cake." He yells toward the house. "AND YES I WANT FROSTING AND FONDANT." Because Whirl has standards.

He rolls his optic back to Ambulon. "Seriously. Kinda stupid, these humans. You need to stand on top of them."

He shrugs. "I'd probably shoot 'em. And then make fun of their screaming." He's being honest, at least?

I--!!

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon snorted, looking slightly appalled. "Oh, please," he said, making toward Whirl. He waved a reassuring hand at the screaming old woman, all the while staring at the mech. "You really need some anger management. Skills to help you control your aggression." He frowned, trying his best to push Whirl away without touching him. Didn't want the cycloptic mech to lash out. "Come on, come on. Just... Leave the human alone. And besides, I doubt you can even process this muck." He picked up a broken off edge of the shrieking woman's house, turning it over with a disgusted glower. "Vector, just lookin' at this clogs up my filters."

Flirting. Got it.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Oh, she's screaming because she likes the attention, Ambulon.

"You know what would help me control my aggression? Getting what I asked for. That'd be a nice change." You know. Like cake.

He'll just look at Ambulon's attempt at pushing him away and then back up. Seriously? What the...?

"Don't tell me what I can't process!"

that's it i'm getting the paddle

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"I'm a medic, I think I can tell you what you can and cannot process," Ambulon said. To an extent; but he decided not to add that. He held out the chunk of candy ceiling to Whirl either way. "Just... take this and let the human alone. This is enough. Your system should be able to handle this much. You know, the way a body can handle a certain small amount of poison."

oh kinky!!

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Oh. That." Right. Going to drop that dime on him, are you? He is staunchly unimpressed.

"No. She's baking me a special cake. Besides. You're telling me to eat her house." What the heck is up with that, sicko. He doesn't eat houses.

i'm dsfkjhkdfjhahah

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"Look, she's not going to be using this anytime soon. Or at all." Ambulon prodded Whirl with the bit of food, like an annoying small child. "Just take it and go on your way. Seriously, she's going to have to rebuild this place anyway. No that does not mean you should destroy it anyway since that's the case."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"So you want me to eat her house, because it's garbage." Seriously. What is wrong with you?

He manages, somehow, without a face, to pout. "I want my cake. She's making it special just for me."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"It's not part of her house any--" Ugh! Ambulon sighed and stood upright. "I don't think she's going to make you a cake, Whirl. I think she just wants you to leave her alone." He very very very carefully placed a hand on Whirl's shoulder. "Come on. I'm sure we can find you a nice pile of scrap metal to roll in."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"She's making me one."

Seriously what the frag happened to morality when Ambulon is trying to protect an evil witch, with warts and wands and everything, from Whirl, who just wants a cake in the shape of his best friend.

"...the frag? I don't want to roll in scrap metal." It might be time to fire off a few motivating shots.

"I want. My. Cake."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon rolled his optics and gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine, fine, have it your way," he grumbled, placing the bit of candied roof back on the ground. He waved dismissively at Whirl as he turned, heading off. "Just make sure you don't hurt the poor thing. You wouldn't get your cake if you did that, you know," he scowled. "And try using some manners instead of violence for a change!" he shouted back as an afterthought.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"...you don't want any?"

But you're his friend, Ambulon!

I don't even know how to apologize for this.

[littlecrowgirl]

[Atop those aisle racks, Kay sees the commotion that Whirl is making with the gingerbread house. It's kind of hard not to notice. So like the smart person she is, she goes to take a closer look.]

Are you a talking lamp?

Hardware stores sell talking lamps now?

same ;-;

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[...wut?]

Yeah. The special kind of talking lamp that shoots annoying things.

[littlecrowgirl]

[WORST LAMP EVER.]

I'd prefer the one who doesn't...!!

Why are you in a gingerbread house?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Best lamp, you mean.]

Yeah, well, I'm an acquired taste.

[Like a disease.]

Because I am getting a cake. [DUH.]

[littlecrowgirl]

Is your cake an acquired taste too?

[She can only imagine how well a lamp eats.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You'll never know because you're not getting any.

[littlecrowgirl]

Cake makes you fat, you know.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

So?

[Yyyyeah, he has no idea what that is.] Better fat than ugly like you.

[littlecrowgirl]

Yeah well YOUR FACE.

[This got real mature fast.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You don't deserve my face.

[Actually this is about the usual speed.]

[littlecrowgirl]

I never said I wanted it, buck-o!

It's a lamp face anyway.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Everyone wants my face.

[Or his aft. Kind of the same.]

So? You got a problem with that? Or is this some of that binocular superiority prejudice? [Racist.]