Trypticon Main Hallway

     This large, high-ceilinged, circular room with plain metal floors has the Decepticon symbol painted on the floor in the center. Ornate metallic pillars with the Decepticon banners hanging from them are basically the only decoration in the room. Several rooms branch out from this hallway. The MedBay is off to the east. To the west is the Meeting Hall. Directly to the north is the Spaceport Landing.

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Mixmaster

Obvious exits:

 Up <U> leads to Trypticon Command Center.

 North <N> leads to Spaceport Landing.

 South <S> leads to Carbombya.

 East <E> leads to Trypticon Medical Bay.

 West <W> leads to Meeting Hall.

 Down <D> leads to Trypticon Access Corridor.

A couple days ago, he beat Mixmaster in a trumpeting challenge, but now, with that out of the way, it's back to business as usual for Long Haul, and that means... no, not hauling in this particular case. No, he's got requisitions paperwork to keep up with. And thus it is that the transporter is walking down the hallway, headed from quarters to medical, datapad in hand even as he works on it. Needless to say he is /not/ looking where he's going. Anyone stupid enough to get in his way deserves getting mowed down.

Wow, wouldn't it be silly if someone ran into Long Haul! They could crash, there could be a mess everywhere. It would have to be a particularly foolish Cybertronian who wasn't watching where he was going, and is prone to not really paying attention to things. Oh, and perhaps he could be green too. Hey, here is someone coming along now! His Purple container slush-slush-slushing as the Decepticon MSE operative walks up the hallway. Unfortunately, since he is far to busy thinking of many wonderful other things, he doesn't notice that someone is directly in front of him when he comes around a corner.

"Watch out!" >CLUNK< *SPLOOOSH*

And so it was that Bead-Blast tripped and spilled his purple paint all over Long Haul.

Well, what do you know? For once Long Haul isn't the Constructicon with the least purple! But, erm, that's beside the point. The transporter stops dead and looks at himself dumbfounded for a moment, then over towards Bead-Blast. "Wha-what? HEY! Why doancha watch where you’re going?" he shouts.

Bead-Blast is about to say something when he realises something. He looks up and is about to turn around and say something..

...When Mixmaster appears from the corner, carrying a tin of paint of his own. "What-hey-what now?!" He yelps as he spills /his/ paint over the pair of them.

Oh, and this paint? It is Orange.

Long Haul is now lime green. And purple. That's fine. But orange? Orange is no color for a Constructicon! "MIXMASTER!!" he yells at his brother, waving his now useless datapad in the chemist's direction (this is actually more of an inconvienence to the people who submitted those requisitions than it is to Long Haul himself... and besides, just why was that damned conehead asking for a bucket, anyway?). "What the hell d'you think yer doing?"

Orange and purple paint flicks off from the datapad as Long Haul waves it. "Hey-hey-HEY!" Mixmaster yells, covering his beautiful face. "I'm getting paint on me, that's what I think I'm doing! Knock it off!"

"Well, what about me?" shouts Long Haul. "I got it all over me, thanks t'you!" And his own inattention, but he's not about to fess up to /that/. "Might as well stay a matched set!" he finishes, dropping the datapad and making a grab for Mixmaster.

Long Haul succeeds in grasping Mixmaster, throwing him off-balance.

Mixmaster is grabbed by his brother! "Ah! Leggoofme!" He says, attempted to break free. Unfortunately, his freighter brother is much stronger than him, and his attempt is in vain.

Once Mixmaster is plenty painted, Long Haul does let go, grumbling, "Serves y'right." With that, he seems to lose interest in his insane brother, and instead turns his attention to trying to find his datapad. The transporter kneels and begins searching around the puddle o' paint with his hands. No doubt it won't be long before he gives up... after all, the thing's pretty useless at this point anyway.

Mixmaster, now Orange and Purple, is released. "Serves me right for what, exactly? For walking into someone who cannot handle travelling from one place to another - which is your entire /job/ - that they don't even know what's in front of their very oldfactory module?"

Long Haul gives up on finding the datapad and looks up. "And, erm, which module would that be?" the faceless Constructicon asks rather tiredly. "Besides, /you/ ran into the tape," he says, pointing in Bead-blast's direction.

Bead-Blast, a satanic-like mix of green, purple and orange like the two Constructi-siblings, lies face-down in the pool of paint. Between the two impacts, he's been knocked unconcious. Which is why he hasn't been emitted since Mixmaster entered the scene. Uh, yeah. "What? YOU ran into HIM first! I'm telling Soundwave!" Of course, the alt-char rules will prevent this from happening, but Long Haul probably doesn't know that.

Long Haul stares at Mixmaster for several seconds, too shocked to actually respond. Finally he manages to get his vocalizer working again. "You're telling /Soundwave/? You're going to side with /Soundwave/ against /me/?" There's surprisingly little anger in his voice... mostly just complete bewilderment, like reality just took a sudden sharp turn into completely new territory.

Mixmaster isn't gonna tell him, just threaten to tell him! "Oh, right." Mixmaster says, mistaking Long Haul's hurt tone with a taunt. Oh, right. "Oh, that's right." Mixmaster grumbles. "I forgot I'm talking to Soundwave's new pet!"

The transporter stands up and continues to stare blankly at his brother for a moment before something... snaps in him. He roars, "I am /not/ Soundwave's PET!" lunges for his brother, intent on slamming the other against the far wall or some such. Unfortunately, Bead-blast is lying unconscious between the two, tripping him up and instead turning the move into a clumsier than usual trip-stumble. Unbalanced, the Constructicon flails around for whatever's handy and... hey, thanks to momentum, he was traveling in that direction anyway!

Long Haul succeeds in grasping Mixmaster, throwing him off-balance.

Mixmaster is grabbed by his brother.. but unfortunately for both of them, Mixmaster is also standing on the slippery paint. After Long Haul's momentum and the yank from his hand drags onto Mixmaster's arm, they both slip and fall, Mixmaster's head being dragged down to line up similarly to Long Haul's...

Mixmaster strikes Mixmaster with Headbutt!.

Mixmaster strikes you with Headbutt! for 3 points of damage.

By this point Long Haul is now floundering on the floor in a pool of paint... and then Mixmaster's head hits his. He instinctively brings his hand up to his forehead... this, or course, is a bad thing, since his hand is covered with paint and his forehead is rather close to his optic band. The whole course of events leave him on the floor, half-blind, furious, and flailing. "Grah!" he exclaims, eloquently summing up his emotions over his current predicament.

Long Haul's wailing fists strike various things. The floor, the datapad, Bead-Blast, and yes, even Mixmaster sometimes. "OwOwOwOwOW!" He yelps as he tries to get away from the horrid fists. At least he doesn't automatically go for clutching his aching faceplate. Mixmaster has had far too many 'morning after' situations after energon binges, and this is relatively minor in comparison. Finally free, the taunting resumes. "You really have no idea /what/ is around you /ever,/ do you?" Mixmaster says, half bemused, half-shocked.

Long Haul's life revolves transporting stuff from point A to point B! He /could/ pay more attention to what's going on around him... he just doesn't wanna! "Like /you'd/ bother payin' attention to what you were doin' if you were stuck with my job," Long Haul grumbles, clumsily trying to remove himself from the floor, the slick paint making the task somewhat more difficult than normal. "You'd get bored an' quit before the first job was half done."

"Yes, but as I've explained to you before..." the purple and orange Mixmaster says, with relish, "I'm a genius of a chemist! My talents would be wasted on menial labour such as yours!" Mixy simply stands there watching with mirth as his brother attempts to get up. And Bead-Blast is SO not green anymore.

Hell, neither is Long Haul, for that matter. The transporter finally stands up completely and... doesn't take the bait. He's covered with paint, half tired... and those cracks about Soundwave hurt a bit more than he'd have expected them to. So instead he just sighs warily and shrugs. "Whatever. I'm gonna go see 'bout gettin' somma this paint offa me," he mutters before trudging off, head drooping and looking perhaps a might dejected.

Mixmaster huhs. Insulting his brothers is usually a lot funnier when they react to it. Perhaps Long Haul just needs a little bit more encouragement. "And your trumpetting stinks!" Mixmaster yells at his brother's back.

Long Haul stops, tenses for a moment, and then shrugs, continuing to plod off.

Mixmaster vanishes out of reality.

Mixmaster has left.