from one minute to the next

A little something inspired by the prompts @winterbythesea posted here and here and here. This is not those prompts exactly (nor is it what I outlined on the discord, sorry guys) but I think it carries the same lighthearted dumbass energy as they do. 

Also, Killian Jones does not know what a ‘date’ is. Fight me, show. 

Summary: Emma’s not quite sure how it happened, but somehow she finds herself going from single and solitary in the city one minute to smoothly co-parenting with her ex, living with a pirate, and at home in a town full of storybook characters the next. 

Home. She never thought she’d have one of those. 

This is the story of how she got there. 

(also no! curse! renaissance! 3B divergence without Pan’s curse) 

<3k words  Rated T

AO3

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from one minute to the next: 

Emma was never entirely certain how it happened. 

One minute she was telling Neal she didn’t want to get back together with him, that it was just too late for them now, and he was looking sad but in a resigned sort of way, as though he regretted the truth of her words while still recognising that they were true. 

“For what it’s worth,” he said. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have listened to August. I shouldn’t have left you like that. If I hadn’t…” 

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t have to. They both knew how different things would have been if he hadn’t left her. And they both knew that it was far too late to undo what had been done. The only option left was to move on. 

“We found each other again, though,” she reminded him. “And we found Henry.” 

“You mean Henry found us.” 

“Yeah, that’s probably more accurate.” 

They shared a chuckle, and for the briefest moment the years fell away and she remembered why she’d fallen for him. And for the first time since she’d run him down in a New York alleyway, Emma looked at Neal and she felt hopeful.  

“Anyway,” she said, “Henry wants both of us in his life. He deserves that, and I think he needs it. And I think for it to work we need to try to be friends.” 

“No hard feelings, then?” Neal asked, hopefully. 

Emma hesitated. 

What did she feel for Neal? There was still affection, of course there was—the stubborn remnants of a passionate first love that she doubted would ever fully die. There was resentment too, a lot of it, and a lot of hurt. A fair bit of anger. So yeah, there were some hard feelings, but there also wasn’t much point in attempting to hash any of them out with Neal. Not when they needed to move forward.   

She produced a smile, slightly stiff at the edges but he didn’t seem to notice. 

“Sure. No hard feelings.” 

Neal’s face broke into a grin, the wide, happy kind that crinkled his eyes and once upon a time would have sent Emma’s heartbeat into overdrive. Now it just made her think of another crinkly grin, one far rarer and all too often tinged with sadness. 

“Neal,” she said. “I’ve got to go.” 

-

The next minute she was at the docks, breathing deeply and gathering her courage, looking up at the Jolly Roger and hoping Hook—Killian—would be there, in his cabin, maybe with his flask and one of the books that lined his shelves. More than once these past few weeks she’d caught him tucked up in a corner somewhere, reading, and Belle informed her that he actually had a library card. 

“He didn’t have the required ID,” she’d said with a little smirk. “But I think we all know who he is.” 

Emma was pretty sure she did know that, now, and the knowledge propelled her forward, onto the deck of the ship then down to his cabin where she knocked firmly on his door and shivered a bit when his voice called for her to enter. 

He looked up, surprise registering on his face followed swiftly by the delight he could never quite conceal when he saw her. 

“Swan,” he purred. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Emma’s heart was pounding and her throat dry, and honestly it was ridiculous to be this nervous, it wasn’t like he was going to say no. 

“I’m, um. Heretoaskyouout,” she blurted. 

He frowned. “To what?” 

Emma drew a deep breath and tried again. “Ask you out.” 

“Out of where?” 

“What? No. What?” 

“Where do you want me to go out of? This is my ship.” 

Emma resisted the urge to smack herself on the forehead. Of course he didn’t know what ‘ask you out’ meant, he was like a thousand years old. “No, no, I mean out on a date,” she explained. Tried to explain anyway, though his confusion just grew more apparent. “Like, to dinner or something. You and me. Out.” 

“Ah. Ah.” 

She watched as he turned the unfamiliar phrase over in his head, watched his eyes brighten with interest at learning a new thing, then when he finally realised fully what it meant she watched a rosy pink flush creep across his cheekbones and up to the tips of his ears. 

He swallowed, and when he spoke again his voice was gruff. “Let me be certain I understand. You want us, as in you and me, to go someplace and eat dinner together. Just—just us?” 

She nodded. “Yeah.” 

“And in this realm that is called a date?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And am I to understand that there are… romantic connotations to these dates?”

‘Romantic connotations’, she thought, for fuck’s sake, and did her best to ignore the fluttery feeling she always got in her belly whenever he broke out the big words. Aloud she said “Yeah.” 

“I see.” He swallowed again. “And when do you propose we have this date?” 

“Um. Tonight?” 

Aaand there it was, that wide and crinkly grin that made the blood rush far too recklessly through her veins, this time with no sadness lurking behind his eyes. None at all. 

“Tonight it is, then,” he said. 

-

One minute Emma was alone and telling herself she was content to be so, the next she had parents and a son and an ex who was almost a friend, and she was dating. Dating Hook, which she told herself firmly was only weird if she thought too hard about it. She wasn’t actually dating Captain Hook, of course she wasn’t. That would be ridiculous. No, she was dating Killian Jones—who was surprisingly, endearingly, sweet and nervous about it at first, like he wasn’t entirely certain her interest was real and was doing his utmost to tread carefully.

Emma didn’t want him always on his best behaviour, though, and while Killian was wonderful she knew that both of them still needed at least a little bit of Hook. And so it was that after their third date, when Henry was with Neal and Emma had made it very clear to her parents that they were not to expect her home before morning, that she and Killian stumbled back to his ship tipsy on rum but drunk on each other, and she made certain he understood exactly how interested she was. 

It was very. She was very interested. 

And when they awoke the next morning and she groaned at the glaring sunlight and pressed her face into his neck, muttering that it was too damn early and she needed caffeine, he ran his fingers through her hair and informed her he had a coffeemaker in his galley. 

She pulled back and blinked at him. “You what?” 

He flushed slightly, though with a pleased grin. “I asked Granny and she showed me what I needed, and helped me buy it.”

“But why? You don’t drink coffee.” 

He shrugged. “It’s growing on me. And besides, I thought—well, I hoped—that you might want to spend some time aboard ship in the future and, well, I want you to feel comfortable here and to have the things you like.” 

She stared at him for a moment as his flush deepened, then surged forward and kissed him, wrapped herself tightly around him and kissed him and kissed him until they were both breathless and the coffee forgotten until much, much, much later. 

-

Another minute passed and they were marking six months together. Emma had rented a place of her own, nothing fancy but hers, and she and Killian were spending most of their nights there. Her bed was bigger than the bunk in his cabin, softer and with actual springs, and her parents, Granny, and Ruby had all chipped in to buy her an espresso machine. Small but serviceable, like her apartment. Granny taught both her and Killian how to use it—and honestly, Emma thought, you haven’t truly lived until you’ve seen a shirtless pirate with a hook for a hand whip up a latte on a Sunday morning—and she was, tentatively, happy. 

Very happy. 

She didn’t see too much of Neal. He spent time with Henry of course and with Belle, renovating the pawn shop and brightening it a bit, removing what traces they could of the Dark One’s influence. She also knew he was volunteering at the convent where the Lost Boys lived, helping them get accustomed to life in Storybrooke and make it their home. 

He might also, she suspected, have become somewhat more than friends with Tink. 

-

And then one night Emma and Killian had dinner at a new place by the docks, where they gorged on seafood and drank a bit too much wine and decided, for safety and for old times’ sake, to spend the night on the Jolly Roger rather than trying to get home. 

Home. She had a home now, and a man who as good as lived there with her. She should really get around to asking him to live there officially, she knew. She kept meaning to. She wanted to, she truly did. But as conversations go that one felt so weighty and so significant that she wanted to be sure to do it right and so in the end she’d done nothing at all—nothing except feel that little bit more guilty each time Killian asked her politely if it was all right for him to stay. 

Yes, she wanted to tell him. Stay forever. Soon she would. 

They stumbled onto the ship and to his cabin, foolish and messy in a way they hadn’t been for a while. Emma realised she had missed this a bit, the dark, almost feral look in Killian’s eyes when he was just this shade of drunk and she was naked in his bed on his ship. 

“You are… so beautiful, Emma,” he growled against her throat as his fingers tangled in her hair. “Have I told you how you steal my breath away?” 

“Not for at least an hour,” she teased. 

“Remiss of me.” 

“Mmm. However will you… ohhh… make it up to me?” 

He pulled back and looked down at her, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. “Oh, I have one or two ideas.” 

-

They woke late the next morning as was their habit on a Sunday, and Emma groaned as the light pierced her eyelids and straight through her throbbing head. 

“Killian.” She poked him in the ribs. 

“Mmphh,” he replied. 

“You still have your… thing. Right? Coffee thing? In the galley?” 

“Aye.” He rubbed his eyes and blinked. “I believe there’s aspirin in there as well.” 

Emma turned her poking finger into a caressing one, stroking him with the tip of it. “Killian,” she said again, in a wheedling tone. 

“It’s your turn to make the coffee and you know it, Swan,” he replied, in his pirate captain voice. 

She huffed. He raised an eyebrow. 

“Fine.” She flung the covers off and rolled out of bed, snatched his shirt from the floor and threw it on, buttoning it just enough to keep it from flapping when she walked. “I’m guessing you don’t have milk though.” 

“Certainly not any in a drinkable state. Though there should be some of that horrid creamer.” 

She perked up. “Cinnamon?” 

“What else?” 

In the galley Emma found the coffeemaker and an open packet of coffee that smelled surprisingly fresh given how long it had been since they’d last slept here. There was also the cinnamon creamer, unopened, and a big bottle of aspirin. One minute she was pulling everything off the shelves and turning to set them on the table, and the next the door was swinging open and a person walking through it, and Emma found herself colliding sharply with a bare chest. A familiar bare chest. A familiar bare chest that was not Killian’s. 

“Neal!” she shrieked, dropping everything in her arms. “What the fuck!” 

“Emma!” He looked equally stunned. “What the—what are you doing here?” 

“Here on my—on Hook’s ship, you mean?” My boyfriend’s ship, she wanted to say, but calling a 300-year-old pirate a boyfriend was something she still couldn’t do, however objectively true it may be. 

“The ship he said I could use whenever I needed it?” countered Neal. “Yeah, that one!” 

“He said you could use his ship?” 

“Uh huh, he did. When I, you know.” A shifty look crept onto his face. “Wanted privacy.” 

“Priva-oh!” Emma’s eyes widened as the penny dropped. Neal was still living in his father’s house. The house where Belle also lived. “Um. I see.” 

“Yeah.” Neal didn’t meet her eyes. “But why are you here, don’t you have your own place now?” he demanded. “I thought Hook lived with you.” 

“Not officially,” she muttered. “And we, um, had a bit to drink last night at that new seafood place and you know.” She shrugged. “The ship was closer.” 

“Huh. Well that explains those noises I heard last night.” 

Emma was just about to ask him what the fuck that was supposed to mean when the door opened again and a voice called “Why don’t I smell coff—oh! Um. Hi Emma.” 

Emma pressed her thumbs against her temples. “Hey, Tink.” 

The fairy was dressed identically to how Emma herself was, only the shirt she wore was Neal’s. An old Metallica tee because of course. 

“Well,” said Tink. “That explains those noises we heard.” 

Neal nodded. 

“What noises—” Emma began, then the door opened again. 

“Did you find everything, love—oh. Er.” Killian appeared in the room wearing only his jeans and without his hook. He scratched behind his ear. “Hello, friends and enemies.”

“Hook,” said Tink and Neal. 

“Killian,” said Emma. She crossed her arms over her chest. “You never told me you were letting Neal stay here.” 

“Ah. I did offer him use of the first mate’s quarters whenever he was seeking a bit of privacy, yes. If you remember, love, my quarters proved invaluable in that respect when you were still living with your parents.” 

Emma felt her cheeks grow hot. “Yeah,” she muttered. 

“I merely thought Neal and Tink could do with a bit of the same benefit. And you know the Jolly gets lonely if she’s left by herself for too long. Although,” Killian favoured Neal and Tink with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “I did make that offer quite some time ago now. And I don’t believe I said anything about staying here.” 

“Yeah, well.” Neal’s face took on that belligerent look he got when he was feeling defensive. “I don’t want to move out of Papa’s place and leave Belle alone.” 

“Are you kidding me?” Emma demanded. 

Everyone stared at her. “What?” asked Neal. 

“Belle’s seeing Ruby.” 

“Ruby?” 

“Yeah. For like three months now. Ruby’s constantly moaning about how they can’t stay at her place because Granny’s got wolf hearing and they can’t go to Belle’s because it’s full of you. Trust me, Belle will be okay if you move out.” 

“Oh,” said Neal blankly. “Well. Fuck.” 

Emma looked around the room, at her current boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend who was also her current boyfriend’s ex… something, all of them in varying states of dishevelment, hangover, and undress, and she started to laugh. 

“Yeah,” she said. “That about sums it up.” 

-

So Emma never did quite figure out how it happened, but somehow she ended up with a home of her own in a fairy tale town with fairy tale friends and a pirate boyfriend, where one minute she was drinking coffee in a ship’s galley with a group of people who knew each other far too intimately for anyone’s comfort and the next her ex and his girlfriend were her neighbours and her pirate was living at her place for good—at their place, now—and her son was bouncing happily between the two apartments save at least one night a week that he spent at Regina’s. She and Neal co-parented better than she could ever have hoped, and every morning she woke up to blue eyes warm with love and lattes made precisely how she liked them. 

And, well. Emma’s happiness wasn’t tentative anymore. 

-

She was happy. Really happy. Truly happy. So happy that when she came home one evening to find the kitchen smoke alarm shrieking and Henry teetering on a stool waving a towel at it as Killian and Neal grappled with some foamy, hissing, smoking substance on the countertop, she wasn’t even mad. 

“What the hell do you idiots think you’re doing?” she demanded. 

“Ems!” 

“Mom!” 

“Swan!” 

“It’s not what it looks like!” they cried in unison. 

Emma shook her head. “I’m going next door,” she said. “To have a beer with Tink. This,” she gestured vaguely at the room, “had better be dealt with by the time I get back.” 

As she turned and headed back out the door, the last thing she heard were three furious voices. 

“Now look what you’ve done!”  

“What I’ve done! It was your idea!” 

“And I still don’t have a science project!” 

Emma grinned, and shut the door firmly behind her.

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Blurr’s Horror Movie Night - Finding Dory

Roadbuster showed up for once! Unfortunately so did Starscream, so Drift spent most of the night waiting for an opportunity to politely threaten him for threatening Blurr. Sadly it never happened.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. Meanxgreen: {{  oh boi i made it to one )) B l u r r: [[ woop!! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave rolls in with the usual two horror movie suspects and heads for his seat. They scatter.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((CHIPMUNK PRIME)) B l u r r: [[ THE BAE ]] Bevel: *trundles in and goes to find a seat* B l u r r: / trudges in. has flexi bands wrapped nice and tight around his helm and face. His eye patch is gone- covered by the flexiband/ B l u r r: / And one of his finials is half melted. But eeeey. / Butterbuns changed their nickname to Starscream. Meanxgreen: *Stomps in* I'm here, heathens! B l u r r: Heathens? Meanxgreen: *immediately runs to blurr* Yes ones like you! What happened to you!? B l u r r: ...Nothing. B l u r r: Don't worry about it. Bevel: Hi, Blurr. Are you ok? Meanxgreen: Liar, you aren't! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy squints at Blurr, then waves a  hand* B l u r r: I'm fine. /wiggles claws at Bevel / B l u r r: / waves to Frenzy / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I'M OFF-DUTY TODAY. I AIN'T FIXIN' NO OPTICS.\\ Whirl: *trots on in, making a beeline for his hammock* Starscream: You look like a recycled aluminum can. B l u r r: There's no optic to fix, idiot. /looks at Roadie / Shut up. B l u r r: *wayy B l u r r: Oh, Starscream, don't talk about yourself that wa. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave bobs his helm hello at Starscream* Whirl: Yeah, what the hell happened to you, Teach? ItsyBitsySpyers: *While the twins race to pounce on Whirl before he can make it to the hammock* Meanxgreen: Is this what i get for coming to one of your movie nights!? *shakes helm* Bevel: *transforms her fingers into claws and wiggles them back at Blurr* Whirl: *OH SHI HE IS NOT PREPARED* Bevel: *waves to Starscream* B l u r r: / vents/ No, but I wasn't expecting to show up... /tilts helm a little / Nothing. I'm fine. B l u r r: Small fight. No big deal. Starscream: You can't work for me if you get killed. I would be most upset if you end up dead. ItsyBitsySpyers: *They're goin' for the knockdown* Meanxgreen: *squints at blurr* It better of or i'll have to kick someone's *** *grabs Blurr* Now where do we sit? B l u r r: I can work for whoever I want in whatever state I wan-!!! Rodimus: /is here. Only cause he heard there was free food and drinks/ B l u r r: / stumbles and grumbles / To my couch. /points/ And don't just GRAB me ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, you gotta kiss him first.// ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy snorts* B l u r r: Do NOt give him ideas! Meanxgreen: i can do that too! B l u r r: / points at Roadie/ Do NOT. Whirl: *he is not quite so easy to knock off-balance* What the--ok. Okay. Whirl: Question the first: Teach. What the hell happened. Question the second: what the heck's gotten into you two? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy boos in disappointment when Whirl doesn't fall over, then punches the leg hello.* B l u r r: / waves claw at Whirl / I'm perfectly fine. It was just a scuffle. Rodimus: /chills on a couch and then stares at Blurr and then snorts/ ItsyBitsySpyers: //We were gonna beatcha to the hammock 'n claim ya gotta pay toll.// Meanxgreen: *pouts* Fine! *walks and sits on couch, placing blurr on lap* Blurr is bein' difficult tonight Whirl: He's ALWAYS difficult. B l u r r: / huffs and flops in his lap / Lies. Whirl: And, uh-huh. Did you take on those guys who were after you, or somethin? B l u r r: What- no. Whirl: Pfft. And, good luck. B l u r r: I've just been out. Whirl: *he's going to go right up to the hammock. He'll drag the twins if he's gotta* Bevel: Not yet. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Please do. The yelping will be entertaining.* Whirl: *HERE HE GO. CAN'T BE STOPPED* Bevel: *watches Whirl and the twins* ItsyBitsySpyers: *HOLLERING AND SHOUTING* ItsyBitsySpyers: *With a brief break to yell \\HI BEVEL\\ before continuing* Bevel: HI! Whirl: *he will also wave mid-shuffle* Yo, Shovel! Bevel: *waves back with a grin* Meanxgreen: *pulls Blurr up and boops noses* Psst can we just skip the movie and smooch? B l u r r: / crosses arms and just sulks/ B l u r r: / INCREDIBLY HOT FACE / E-excuse me? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He believes Roadbuster said]] [][][]Psst can we just skip the movie and smooch?[][][] Bevel: No skipping movie. Meanxgreen: I'm sorry did ya want me to ask ya  a lil louder? B l u r r: No, shut up! Meanxgreen: BLURR YA WANNA SMOOCH, LAD? B l u r r: / shoves claws in his face / Rodimus: /starts cracking up/ Meanxgreen: (( I think the music is getting to me xD )) B l u r r: I swear, I will rip out your entire vocalizer! Whirl: *clambering up* Drift: *out in the hallway* Did I hear someone threaten to smooch Blurr? Wing: *what did he just walk into* Meanxgreen: That's what happens when ya invite me to places, lad. B l u r r: / VENTS / B l u r r: / wiggles claws at Wing / Whirl: Should we step outside for a bit, eh Teach? Eh? Bevel: *eugh smooching* Meanxgreen: YES! B l u r r: No. No, it's fine-! Meanxgreen: Aw ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins, clinging to Whirl's legs still, evidently get a free ride up into the hammock. They let go and settle down proper.* B l u r r: /glances at. Flicks visor / Bevel: Hi, Drift. Whirl: *gets settled into the hammock while the twins wriggle around. He is victorious* I should charge YOU GUYS a toll. Meanxgreen: ouch my feelings, Blurr Wing: *short wave* Hello. *wall gargoyle time. he remembers that* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfff. Like what?// Whirl: I dunno. Whatcha got? B l u r r: That was your visor, not your feelings. Meanxgreen: I know.. B l u r r: / pats face / Relax. Meanxgreen: *kisses Blurr's cheek* Hopefully i can.. B l u r r: / makes a sound and just VENTS / Meanxgreen: BAHAHA ItsyBitsySpyers: //A loser brother, a spare bomb, 'n an official Ultra Magnus stylus.// Pause. //I didn't say the last thing.// Starscream: *is this awkward flirting. it's painful to watch* B l u r r: What are LAUGHING at? B l u r r: *you ItsyBitsySpyers: \\HEY!\\ Whirl: *looks to Frenzy* What about you? Whirl: Hmm. I don't want anything of Ultra Magnus's. Frenzy's cool, though, I'll take the brother. Bevel: *going to busy herself with tinkering* Drift: Hi, Bevel. Wing: ((is that sg!Screamy?)) Drift: *gonna, casually, saunter over to Blurr and the big grean dude. with a *** eating grin.* Sooo. Who's this. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\A BIGGER, LOSER-IER BROTHER, AN INSECTICON LEG, 'N TEN SHANIX.\\ Meanxgreen: *looks at with a smile* Name's Roadbuster.. You? Whirl: Hmm. Whirl: I'll take the other brother, too. Bevel: *lifts one hand to wave vaguely at Drift* Meanxgreen: (( what a great movie holy moly )) Drift: Drift. The best friend. Drift: I've heard a few things about you. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pffff. I oughta be worth two tolls.// Wing: ((Blurr's internet drank the hate juice again)) ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OKAY, BUT YOU'RE MISSIN' OUT.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy slowly pulls the long, skinny, claw-ended extra limb out of his subspace and reaches across Whirl with it to poke his brother.* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Cut it out, fragger!// Swat swat. Meanxgreen: *Leans a bit to Drift* So what's he said about me? Good things? Drift: *leans in as well* Oh yeah. VERY good things. Meanxgreen: *whispers* tell me more.. Star: *Kind of just shuffles in don't mind him.* Starscream: *excuse* Whirl: *snickers* B l u r r: [[ jfc sorry everyone ]] Whirl: ((not your fault!)) Whirl: Where did you even GET that? Rodimus: (its okay) B l u r r: / shoves a claw in Roadie's face AND Drift's / Can we not? B l u r r: I'm still right here. Drift: Oh, he's told me all about how wonderful you are. How handsome and stro—*is shoved* Drift: *he's laughing* Wing: *that's new* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FROM AN INSECTICON. DUH.\\ Meanxgreen: *manly giggling*  Oh reaaally? Whirl: *ZOOPS his head out to STARE at Blurr and give his one faceless one-eyed verison of a shi eating grin* Whirl: So. Can't help but notice your beau's here with ya, Teach. B l u r r: Pits... B l u r r: / scrapes claws down face and hisses in pain. Ow ow ow he caught part of his face / B l u r r: / fixes flexi band / Bevel: Can I see that, Frenzy? Star: *Stiffly settles himself somewhere in the back* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He frowns.* Drift: Whoa! Hey hey hey. *takes one of Blurr's hands* Don't hurt yourself. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I'M GETTIN' IT BACK, RIGHT?\\ B l u r r: Oh, trust me, I'm not... just snagged. Bevel: Promise! B l u r r: [[ okay who's ready ? ] Wing: ((so I'm guessing that's not sg!Screamy then?__ Whirl: ((I am!)) Bevel: [[ready ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Drift: ((ready! is it still offline tho?)) Drift: ((or am I unlucky?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((press pause and unpause)) Meanxgreen: (( YEE LETS GET THIS STARTED)) B l u r r: i put it back online so idk >>;; ]] Meanxgreen: (( JUst pause then upause!)) Drift: ((ah there it go)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy holds it out. She can come get it. He's lazy.* Star: (Is SgScream and is ready for the show) Bevel: *will haul her big bulk up and over to take it and very carefully examine it, she won't break it or nothing* Whirl: *he's already greeted her but he'll bob his head again; Bevel's cool* Bevel: *grins* Starscream: *will eye the other Starscream* I don't think I've had the pleasure. You are...? Bevel: *pokes Rumble with it veeeeeery carefully when he's not looking* Wing: *just staring at sg!Scream... slightly nervous, for him, not of him* You're here. B l u r r: / stretches arms up and cracks all claws / B l u r r: Well, at least you've met my friends. Small group, but they're all important. /pats Roadie's chassis / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble yells unusually creative curses involving power outlets and tries unsuccessfully to wriggle away from it* Star: *Suddenly has attention on him* Oh! Bevel: *sorry not sorry* Ratchet: ((Test!! I've been trying to send messages but flashblock keeps happening lol)) B l u r r: [[ hi Ratch! ]] Meanxgreen: Your friends are alright... Maybe just as weird as OH PRIMUS THAT IS AN ADORABLE FISH Ratchet: ((Yay it works! henlo people)) B l u r r: / snorts/ You're so easily amused. Whirl: ((YO 8D)) Bevel: *she'll hand it back to Frenzy now and go sit down with a giggle* Star: *He gave Wing a small smile* I am ItsyBitsySpyers: *Pokes HER with it as she goes* Whirl: *picks up Rumble in his huge *** claws and just. Holds him up. Away from the leg* Star: *@ Star* I'm Starscream. Whirl: *you paid the toll u get service* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Wh--!// ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Yeah, all right.// Gonna just. Get comfy here, he guesses. Jazz: *busts in like WHAT TIME IS IT? SHOW TIME!! * Sup Wing. *finger guns* My mech. *hops over couch* Hi Sounders! Whirl: *he'll put you back down as soon as the coast's clear* Bevel: *sticks her glossa out at the twins* Starscream: ..yes. I Think I could see that. I'm /also/ Starscream, current leader of Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave scoots to the far end of the couch.* Star: *Looks the other over in surpise* Leader of Cybertron? ...Wow. Whirl: Ugh. I'm trying to enjoy myself and forgget my troubles, Starscream, could you NOT remind me? B l u r r: / is trying his HARDEST to ignore SG Star. Glares over the couch at him. Hissssss. / Wing: *oh hi Jazz. wave. edges closer to Star* B l u r r: / settles back with Roadie and Drift / Whirl: *waiiit a second* ...Teach? B l u r r: Yes? Whirl: Is this the Starscream? THE one? Drift: *plops down* Meanxgreen: *Holds blurr a bit tighter* You alright, lad? Starscream: *preeens. That's right, he's living the dream* B l u r r: .. Yes, I'm fine. /hums and settles. Looks at Whirl/ That would be my Starscream, yes. Though, he hasn't done anything /yet/. so he's fine... Whirl: But he IS the one that threatened you with a combiner? Yes? *he is gonna set Rumble down and sit up in his hammock* Drift: *what's blurr glaring at? turns to loo—TENSES UP* Star: *Isn't in really great shape. His arm is malfunctioning and he's not trying to look at Blurr. Plus he's covered in patches./ B l u r r: He didn't threaten me with it. Apparently Menasor is bored and offered. Wing: *edging closer to Star again, just in case* Is everything okay? Whirl: *swings one leg out of the hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble is sorta disappointed to lose his high up perch, but he senses something's up.* B l u r r: [[ omg i love the stingray ]] Whirl: So he is. Wing: *he sees that, Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hold up, are we killin' people?// Drift: *slides back down and hisses at Blurr* What's he doing here. Star: (I love this part) Starscream: Whirl, are you about to start picking fights? Whirl: Possibly. B l u r r: ( omg yes same ) B l u r r: No, no fighting. None right now. B l u r r: / points claws at people / Stop. Cease. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Spoilsport.// Mutter mutter. Whirl: *swivels his helm to stare at Blurr, optic shrinking* Meanxgreen: Is this a usual movie night? Whirl: *he debating whether or not to ignore him* B l u r r: Not usually... Drift: *mutters* There's more Starscreams than usual. Star: *Gives Wing a small smile before it dropped while looking at the others* I'm fine... Whirl: 'Scuse me, you two. *carefully untangles himself and leaves the hammock* Wing: *watching Whirl carefully* Whirl: *strolls across the room, casual as you please* Starscream. A word? Wing: *to Star* No. Whirl: Not talking to you, NAIL. B l u r r: HEY. /snarls and sits up/ Ratchet: /finally decides to pop in/ Oh, there's a crowd Starscream: You've used more than one word already. Ratchet: ((sorry I got distracted haha)) Whirl: *looks back to Blurr* I'm not starting something. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((...what ratchet is this)) B l u r r: Call mechs by their NAMES. Whirl: Not YOU, King Idiot. *nods to SGScream* You. B l u r r: Except for your Starscream. You can call him whatever you want, pit knows he shouldn't be naming himself. Ratchet: ((Sg! Haven't been on in a couple years...)) Starscream: It would take less eyes than both you and our gracious host have to see you are definitely 'starting something' ItsyBitsySpyers: ((WELP)) B l u r r: ... /snarls loudly and stands  up/ Rodimus: (-hugs ratchets face- I've missed you!) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances at the new mech in the room... and has both twins in his feelers and is out the door in a FLASH* Whirl: *blinks and looks around, startled* Meanxgreen: Blurr please, what is going on!? Wing: *quietly* Whirl, don't do this. *he's not threatening. he's asking* Meanxgreen: (( i LEAVE FOR A MINUTE)) Star: *Was going to be sassy about two Star's but he vents instead* B l u r r: Listen here, Kingpin. I don't need any optics to see that you're like a struggling doctor, no patien- RATCHET! Ratchet: Yes, me... Whirl: *looks to Wing, unmoved* Do what? I just want to say one little thing. Starscream: ..speak of a doctor and one will appear? B l u r r: Where in the PIT HAVE YOU BEEN?! Bevel: *...moves over by Soundwave upon seeing Ratchet* B l u r r: [[ i want to live the life of a nemo turtle ]] Starscream: *Has nooo idea hat sort of of interpersonal *** is going on here* B l u r r: / looks at Roadbuster / Did I mention I might be in deep scrap? B l u r r: Lately? Starscream: ((Ratchet can ya tone your name down by a few shades Ratchet: /shrugs/ Around, I suppose. Still getting into trouble I see? Meanxgreen: You... *raises servos* You're in WHAT!? Ratchet: ((Sorry, is this one better? ;u; )) Starscream: ((yes, thank you! Wing: Then please. Say it and settle. Nothing is happening. Bevel: [[or not since he left ha, welp Star: *Doesn't even know what to do* B l u r r: I am in.. some scrap. Drift: ... Why? What happened? Whirl: Oh, not yet, it's not. Ahem. So, Satrscream? You and your handler, Megatron, are after Blurr. Whirl: Last I heard you were threatening to send a combiner after them. Bevel: *welp, she's just going to...sit exactly where she's sitting and hope somehow she isn't seen* B l u r r: Nothing... /happened / Wing: *don't mind that he's near about in front of Star at this point* Drift: *oh, is Whirl threatening Starscream?* ... Be right back. Meanxgreen: WHY ARE YOU LYING!? WHIRL IS RIGHT THERE TELLIN' ME SOMETHIN ELSE Star: *looked at Whirl with a frown* My handler? Starscream: That is way more than one word. Drift: *he's gonna give Whirl backup.* Whirl: *snakes his helm up over Wing's shoulder* Yeah. Whirl: So, because I'm a GOOD FRIEND, I'm not going to start anything here tonight. Wanna let Teach enjoy his night with his beau, see? Starscream: You know- I mean, I won't claim to know how anoher mech thinks- B l u r r: / motions claws at Roadbuster / I'll tell you LATEr. Starscream: But I would think that if Blurr had any issue with my dear counterpart he wouldn't be sitting here in the room right now. Wing: *he can handle that so long as the head doesn't become a canon. watching Whirl AND Drift now* Whirl: Still not talking to you, King Idiot. Starscream: Hanging from the bow of the ship with his limbs missing, perhaps. Meanxgreen: *Crosses arms*  Hmp... Later... Star: What are you talking about? I didn't come here to start any trouble. Wing: ((SIGOURNEY WEAVER)) Drift: *no weapons being drawn. he's just crossing his arms imposingly.* Whirl: Oh, no. You started the trouble long ago. Whirl: As soon as you're off this ship, you're free game. B l u r r: [[ THE BEST WOMAN ]] Star: (She is~) Starscream: *arches an eyebrow* Whirl: And I've got a lot of free time with nothing else to do, mech. Wing: I think he gets the point. And I wouldn't do that. Starscream: Are you planning on assaulting someone in Iacon? Drift: Hey, there's no need for that. B l u r r: / vents and looks at Roadbuster / I will tell you everything. Later. Whirl: Is this walking technicolo mistake a citizen of your city? B l u r r: It's not that big a deal Meanxgreen: ((i love hank so much)) Star: -vents and points at his arm- Do I look like I'm trying anything? Wing: *sigh* He's my friend, too. Whirl: And, if you're trying to intimidate me, NAIL, you're only amusing me. B l u r r: [[ same omg ]] Drift: I mean, there's no point in assaulting someone who's not going to cause any trouble, right? Starscream: Citizen or not, assault is a crime. What sort of city would I be running if I let hapless travellers be set upon by derranged helicopters? Whirl: So, you're NOT the mech that threatened Blurr? Ratchet: /just gonna be standing back here watching, looking bored but amused anyway/ Whirl: You and your Megatron DON'T plan on coming after him? Bevel: *loves hank and his color changing* Star: -is actually pretty tired of this, he's sore and in pain and his arm isn't working- B l u r r: / leans over the couch and looks at Star/ Hey. Starscream. Drift: *sweet smile* I'm sure we can talk this out, right? Star: -he's liking this other Starscream already- ....Yes, Blurr? Whirl: Well, if you're not going to answer me, I'm going to assume that everything I think is true. Starscream: That's because you're a moron. Whirl: Also--sod off, King Idiot. This isn't your turf. B l u r r: / flickers optic / ... Tell Megatron something for me. Starscream: It's not your turf either. It seems to be neutral territory for the moment. B l u r r: [[ I love how she's just her own name. ]] Wing: Neither is it yours. B l u r r: [[ she's not a character name ]] B l u r r: [[ ALSO IDRIS ELBA ]] Whirl: And? I'm not trying to boss anyone around. Whirl: The only thing I'M doing is asking a question. Whirl: And delivering a promise. Wing: And a threat. Starscream: Whirl is unable to distinguish between the two. Star: .... -looks at Blurr- And that is? Meanxgreen: (( i love hank so much oml)) Whirl: (9HE'S THE BEST)) Starscream: ((I have a Hank plush i got after seeing this in theaters ;u;)) B l u r r: ... /vents and leans. Half crawled over Roadbuster / Whirl: They can be both. B l u r r: Tell him to go suck on a railroad spike. Whirl: Anyway--I've said what I need to say. Now, nobody can say I wasn't cordial, and didn't give anyone a fair head start. Whirl: Or a chance to defend themselves. Meanxgreen: *pats blurr's back* Blurr don't stress yourself out too much lad... Wing: *that was all too disheartening, Blurr* Star: -gave Blurr an exasperated look before looking back at Whirl as best he could from behind Wing- B l u r r: / flops back in Roadie's lap and huffs / Anyway. B l u r r: / looks at Ratchet. Hi, guess who is a patch work mess. Flexi bandages all over the face / B l u r r: You took your time. Whirl: *he's done here. Turns and strolls back to his hammock* Starscream: Drift, I think you need to find a hobby for your poor belegured crewmate. Macrame, perhaps. Ratchet: ... Blurr, exactly what have you been getting into now? Drift: *waves Starscream off* Meanxgreen: (( OMG I LOVE DESTINY TOO. I KNOW SHE'D BE ROADIE'S FAVOURITE)) Wing: *vents and plants his back on a wall near Star* *quietly* Would you mind if I went back with you? B l u r r: ... A lot, hoenstly, Ratch. B l u r r: *honestly Whirl: *plops down in his hammock* Oh, I've got a hammock, King Idiot. Whirl: *hobby Whirl: whop Starscream: ((You do indeed have a hammock, Whirl Starscream: ((it is a fine hammock Ratchet: Hmm, well you seem to be functioning just fine without my help. /he's being sarcastic/ Star: -stared at Wing- I'd see no problem to that. Whirl: ((he do)) B l u r r: I'm perfectly fine. Whirl: *streetches out and relaxes* B l u r r: [[ BEKCY ]] Drift: *looks at Starscream. Blurr's Starscream.* You mind if I have a minute? Promise I'm not going to threaten you. Meanxgreen: ((Becky with good hair)) Starscream: ((I have a chicken named Becky 'cos of this movie! Drift: *... although it's going to take some effort* Meanxgreen: is this how you talk to a seeker? B l u r r: Oh pit no, it's easy to talk to us B l u r r: / pause. / Er... them. Star: (sorry you guys brb) Wing: Thank you. *watching Drift next. he trusts this one only a little more, which isn't to say much right now* Whirl: *hangs his leg out to rock his hammock cheerfully; this is the best mood he's been in since he lost his home* Whirl: ((HAAANK)) B l u r r: / sinks down in Roadie's lap and just drapes all over him / For pit sake, my everything hurts. Meanxgreen: *carefully pulls the other closer* Well ya mind tellin me WHY ya everythin hurts? Drift: ((oh no, not the touch pool)) B l u r r: Oh, I got in a fight... / shrugs/ Nothing major. Meanxgreen: if you're everything hurts and you say it's nothing. Then you're either lying or you're just really soft. B l u r r: / punches him in the shoulder / B l u r r: I am NOT soft. Meanxgreen: ((wow those yours)) Ratchet: Blurr, after your get together, could you please stop by my medbay? Meanxgreen: ((gdi i was half paying attention to the movie and the chat xD)) B l u r r: You mean MY medbay? /sneers / Wing: ((I hate when that happens)) Ratchet: You allow me to use it, yes? Meanxgreen: ((They made him ink)) B l u r r: Yes, I do. When you're HERE. Ratchet: Well, I'm here now. B l u r r: I see that. Star: (Okay im back) B l u r r: [ nemo's little fin, i cannot ]] B l u r r: [[ little flappa ]] Star: (So I lost everything in chat cause I had to refresh ) Drift: ((i was waitin for you to get back before saying anything)) B l u r r: ... You know, I like that little octopus. Wing: ((is this lagging hard for anyone else?)) Whirl: ((HIS BLUSH)) Meanxgreen: ((its fine here!)) Drift: ((it's okay here)) B l u r r: [[ its lagging on my end and im the one running it @@ ]] Star: (the chat is lagging for me D: ) Whirl: ((it's not bad for me)) Whirl: ((wait as i said that it lagged)) Meanxgreen: ((wow thats strange. its running fine here!)) Wing: ((both chat and movie are lagging like a mofo for me)) B l u r r: / glancing at Star now and then. Rattles plating / B l u r r: [[ chat is lagging for me, too. ]] Wing: ((never mind I think I fixed it)) Star: -looks at Drift who approached him- Starscream: ((yeah chat and movie have been lagging for me but is good! B l u r r: / snarls a little and just settles like an angry cat. Armor all rattled / Bevel: [[everything's working fine on my end Drift: Yeah, hi. Just wanted to talk things out. Meanxgreen: *pats blurr* Calm down, lad. Settle down. Ya gettin fiesty B l u r r: [[ hES CUTTING THE GRASS ]] Meanxgreen: Oh primus... that's horrofyin' for the lil fish Whirl: *silently watches Blurr, but says nothing* Wing: *faint vent* B l u r r: / looks at Roadbuster/ I am not fiesty... B l u r r: We have a history, that's all. Star: -settles his arm against himself- Okay? Whirl: I've got some things I actually need to take care of, Teach. Remember what I told you last week, yeah? B l u r r: Mmhm? Whirl: *bobs his helm and slides out of the hammock* B l u r r: I'll comm you at some point. Star: (I love those two whales) Whirl: See ya. *bobs his head at Bevel, as well* B l u r r: Oh, right. /nudges Roadbuster / Wait, Whirl! Whirl: Mm? B l u r r: Did you two meet officially at all? / snort / Roadbuster, this is my friend Whirl. Whirl, this is Roadbuster. Star: (did he make a zoom out sounds?) Meanxgreen: *nudges back* Whirl: *snorts* I guess we didn't get a formal introduction back on Earth. Whirl: *bobs his head* Good to see Teach finally found someone worth a damn. Drift: Yeah. I heard you're hunting down Blurr. Meanxgreen: Oh wait i think i've talked to ya a few times.... i can't remember. B l u r r: anyway. We should go hunting at some point. B l u r r: All of us. Whirl: *blinks; he seems momentarily and genuinely surprised by this, but he nods* Star: -vents slowly before giving Drift a slow nod- Drift: I wanted to ask about... that. Star: Okay. Bevel: *...can't decide if she likes this movie or hates it* Whirl: Sure thing. Living situation's up in the air, but I'll let you know when it settles down. Drift: ... So, /why/. Meanxgreen: *looks at whirl* So were you the one that had to handle Blurr's *** before i came along? Drift: He's minding his own business. He's not bothering your Decepticons. He's off in space not being a nuisance at all. Whirl: Heh. I tried. But you know how he is. Meanxgreen: Oh boy do i Drift: Why are you threatening him? Whirl: I wish you all the luck in the world. You'll need it. B l u r r: Oh stop, it's not that bad. Whirl: Don't listen to him, it absolutely is. B l u r r: Whirl is a dirty liar. Whirl: Yes, I am, but I am telling the truth this time. Meanxgreen: Oh yeah, he scratches, hits me. Calls me names. *fake sad put* He's a bully B l u r r: all right, I'm a slight bit complex. B l u r r: / rolls optic / Oh don't be such a baby Meanxgreen: *pout* Whirl: Pfft, I meant more along the lines of, "He'd sit at the bottom of a smelter and refuse help." B l u r r: Again with that? Meanxgreen: Ohyeah, he's a stubborn arse B l u r r: That's why I'm alive. Star: I would rather not like to talk about that now. Since there are few still watching this movie. Whirl: *nods* One of the worst/ Meanxgreen: TERRIBLE Whirl: But, yeah. *bobs his head again* About time he had something good in his life. Drift: No offense, but I'm not following you home to ask. Whirl: Don't screw it up, Teach. *mostly jokingly* Whirl: Seeya, Shovel. B l u r r: / snort / Oh har har. I'll comm you later. Star: Then you can send a comm. B l u r r: You can help me out with some cool stuff. Whirl: And you too, Starscream. *cheerful had-bob at SGScream* Whirl: Hopefully real soon. Meanxgreen: *Nods in agreement* Bevel: *sullenly* Bye, Whirl. Drift: *euuuugh, having a Starscream's contact info in his comm unit. sweet smile tenses for a moment.* B l u r r: Just tell him after the movie, you twit . / To SG Star / Drift: *but smooths out. short-range comm ping. there's your comm.* Wing: If it helps, we've already spoken about this. But I'll understand if you'd rather hear it from him directly. Star: Well I thought that was obvious from my first statement /sass/ B l u r r: / snarls at Star / Don't start with me, you upgraded plane. B l u r r: /My/ upgrades are much more advanced and designed by the best /motions to Ratchet / Drift: *ping. you've got drift's comm. so comm.* Ratchet: Aww Blurr, you flatter me B l u r r: ... /sinks back with Roadbuster/ This is why I keep a backup memory. I forget things, too... B l u r r: / smirks at Ratchet / Well, it is the truth. Star: -pings Drift back his own comm. either way. But he's not answering Drift yet- Ratchet: I suppose it is really. As far as I know, only Starscream has more upgrades than you. I intend to beat that record at some point Star: Pft Drift: *He's gonna stay here and wait until Starscream does* B l u r r: Well, I installed something while you were away. B l u r r: We can credit that to you. Ratchet: ... Oh? B l u r r: Something I stole from Thundertron, you see. Wing: *not hopeful* Do any of those upgrades include the ability to heal? Drift: *he's patient. and looming. and vaguely threatening. and smiling.* Ratchet: /side-eyes Wing/ Ability to heal is dreadfully boring if you ask me... Star: -isn't in the position he's in just because he's smart. He doesn't really let all the threatening looks bother him- Wing: *yeah, no* Oh. *he's also still watching Drift, just in case* B l u r r: [[ i love bailey ]] Star: (he belly flopped in) Meanxgreen: {{ I CANT BELIEVE BAILEY JUST GOT CRUSHED)) B l u r r: [[ her name is sigourney ]] B l u r r: [[ I cannot with her being in this movie. Best cameo ]] Drift: ((oh come on, let the poor octopus live in his safe glass box)) Wing: ((she was also the computer/announcer in walle too)) B l u r r: [[ oh my god that's right, she was!! ] B l u r r: / oh my god it's like driving with him. Fast and reckless / Star: -laughs lightly at fish jail- Meanxgreen: OH MY GOD THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER B l u r r: / oh my god it's blurr as a teacher / Star: (my fave line in the movie is where she confuses open ocean and says soap and lotion) Meanxgreen: ((Hank is my favourite shifter)) B l u r r: Well that was... interesting. B l u r r: I hope my processor never does that. Star: -will stay mute on that point- Ratchet: I'll make sure it won't Meanxgreen: That's it... I'm gonna get a whale shark B l u r r: A /what/ ? Why? B l u r r: / glances at Ratchet / Aww, thanks, Ratchet. Meanxgreen: I JUST WILL B l u r r: Okay okay, don't yell. Bevel: *gets up without a word and leaves* B l u r r: / vents and just peers over at Star / Wing: *vents quietly and stretches wings* Star: (-gasps- Black Flag songs? :D ) B l u r r: / watching him and Drift closely, along with Wing, but he trusts Wing to keep things settled / B l u r r: [[yeh! ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i love that game so much)) Star: (oh Gosh one of my faves is the drunk sailor one and....gah I can't think of the other ones name) Bevel: [[such a great game Wing: *quietly watching Star, Drift, Blurr... the whole place. how about that?* Meanxgreen: O(( question but what now xD)) B l u r r: [[ we RP  thiiings ]] Wing: ((moosik)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i like running down to cuba because of the nine feet tall sister bit)) B l u r r: [[ moosik! ]] B l u r r: / vents and tightens flexi band over his faceplate / B l u r r: ... / Pats Roadbuster's shoulder / Meanxgreen: *Gently paps blurr's cheek plate* That looks like it really hurts Bevel: [[or talk ooc since my character isn't here anymore B l u r r: It did at the time... /shifts a little / Wing: ((hey does Star have a tumblr? I wanna harass!)) Star: (Fish in the Sea! Thats the one. yeah thats my fave lol) Starscream: ((...whoops i disappeared for the latter half of the movie Starscream: ((IT WAS ENJOYABLE THO Bevel: [[this is making me want to find and listen to all the little songs from inquisition Star: -looks over at Drift who seems to still be standing there- B l u r r: Luckily  there's no optic to be burned out... /taps flexi band / ItsyBitsySpyers: ((other favorites: the ram and the dead horse ones)) B l u r r: Well, burnt out a /second/ time. Star: (This Star does have a tumblr) Drift: ((I can't stay up super late to RP after movies rn, and the movie's over, so.)) Drift: ((*waves farewell*)) B l u r r: [[ ah bye bye! ]] Bevel: [[night! Star: (Cya~) Drift: ((shoulda just had Drift stay with Blurr and talk to Roadie lmao)) B l u r r: [[ lol ]] B l u r r: [[ i dunno why u didnt come back i was like why u just standin there man ]] Drift: ((because I thought i was gonna get an interaction.)) Wing: ((they were both stunned by each other's beauty)) B l u r r: [ omfg. ]] Wing: ((it was a magical school girl anime moment)) Star: (lmao) Star: (im sorry Drift) Star: https://crystal-city-genius.tumblr.com/  ---Wing Wing: ((thank. I will lick this later)) Star: (sdfg)