Club Con

Welcome to Club Con! The multilevel dance floor is crowded with patrons of many species, some of which you don't even recognize, and pounding rock music is playing over the loudspeakers. Some private rooms along a hallway above are provided for those who want some peace and quiet or a bit of private conversation, and tables are scattered over the ground floor for the sociable.

Please direct any complaints about the service to the bartender, Starscream. He can also get you anything you'd like to drink, though he does occasionally grumble about it.

NOTE: please do not leave items in here. Leave them in the hot tub or the toy box in the visitors' center. Thanks!

Contents:

Scrapper

Axis

Starscream

Hot Tub

Decepticon lackey

Obvious exits:

Visitors Center <VC> Information Center <INFO> Spectator's Lounge <S>

Long Haul says, "I don't think those are canon here, but those sucked, too!"

Scrapper shudders, wondering why the Constructicons get to play the part of anime schoolgirls...

Long Haul says, "Because we're just so damned cute. Like schoolgirls. Oh, wait! It's cause we got uniforms!"

Scrapper puts a skirt on Long Haul?

Long Haul models.

Scrapper sculpts!

Long Haul wonders what Scrapper is sculpting with? "Or rather, who you're sculpting with..."

Scrapper says, "Offhand, I'll be sculpting Mixmaster if I ever find out what happened to my toolkit. ;)"

Long Haul snerks.

Scrapper says, "My poor babies...they'll be good for nothing but distressing subjects, the way Mixmaster's been abusing them."

Long Haul says, "That's how Mixmaster gets all his stuff. He makes off with something, uses it until no one else wants it, then keeps it until it's so worthless that even he doesn't want it. I imagine Scavenger ends up with it then."

Long Haul wonders how many of Scrapper's old tool kits are now in Scavenger's junk horde.

Scrapper shushes Long Haul.

*Long Haul suddenly tangos across the room with Scrapper*

Scrapper just hangs loose.

Long Haul chills with his cool shades.

Scrapper holds a can of compressed air upsidedown!

Long Haul acks!

Scrapper says, "Woogy woogy woogy!"

Long Haul hides from the woogies! "Oh, wait! What am I doing! That's Fleet's job!"

Scrapper doodles on Long Haul. With a washable marker.

Long Haul says, "Hey!"

Long Haul says, "You're cleanin' that off!"

Scrapper says, "Okay!"

*SPLASH* Scrapper pushes Long Haul into a large pool of water that mysteriously appears from nowhere.

Long Haul should have seen that one coming.

Scrapper grins, despite not having a mouth. No removable faceplate, either.

Announcement: [MUSH Announcer]: Remember: There is more to MUSHing than combat code!

Long Haul chuckles. Which he doesn't need a mouth for!

Long Haul also climbs out of the pool of water.

Scrapper says, "And that is why you carry around the ladder."

Long Haul does?

Scrapper says, "..."

Scrapper says, "Oh slag, Bonecrusher doesn't have the ladder, does he?"

Long Haul says, "I think he used it to get out of the well."

Scrapper paces. "This isn't good. This isn't good at all!"

Kenya Momesa has connected.

Long Haul says, "What isn't good? Oh, yeah. Bonecrusher, ladder. Got it."

Long Haul says, "Well, you can build a new one!"

Long Haul says, "Out of Autobots!"

Scrapper whines, "But it's a *ladder*...oooh. good idea."

Strafe has connected.

Long Haul says, "Ack!"

*Long Haul suddenly tangos across the room with Strafe*

Scrapper takes photos. Kodak moment!

Strafe dips, Long Haul, transferring the rose to the Constructicon's mouth.

Strafe murbles and doesn't understand his coma use.

Scrapper snerks and continues to take photos. Wait, doesn't Long Haul not have a mouth? ...aw, he missed it!

Long Haul doesn't have a mouth!

Long Haul watches as the rose falls down. How very sad!

Strafe picks it up and tries to stick in Long Haul's mouth plate some how.

Scrapper offer Strafe some duct tape.

Long Haul crosses his arms and grumbles, "S'long as it's not glue!"

Strafe ah-has and circles the duct tape around Long Haul's head a couple of times.

Scrapper says, "Eh, be happy I didn't get out the bondo and bailing wire."

Only now Long Haul's cheek-guard-thingies get in the way. But you can still probably keep the rose in place using the tape.

Strafe leaves Long Haul on the dance floor to try and find another dance partner with a rose duct taped to his head.

Strafe nudges Scrapper.

Scrapper blinkblinks. "What?"

Strafe pushes Scrapper into the arms of Long Haul.

But Scrapper likes to carve his dates! Oh, okay...

*Scrapper suddenly tangos across the room with Long Haul*

Strafe puts a spot light on the Constructicons.

Long Haul returns after looking in other windows, and laughs at what's been going on in his absense...

Scrapper twirls Long Haul!

Long Haul twirls, which is quite a sight! But even as he's doing that, he's looking for an escape route. As he passes Strafe, he whispers something.

Long Haul mutters to Strafe, "... don't know what... his dates!... was..."

You whisper "Dude! You don't know what Scrapper does to his dates! That was cruel!" to Strafe.

Strafe tries to imagine the horrors to which Long Haul refers. Hmmmm. He pictures Scrapper pulling up to Long Haul's place in a Ford Tempo...or a Pony...something like that. It's the end of their date and Scrapper tries for the kiss, removing his mouth guard to reveal...bad teeth!

Scrapper holds Long Haul a bit tighter. Hey, no ditching! And wonders where he put that scalpel, incidentally.

Long Haul is trapped! Oh, no! And Strafe... think about it. He's an artist. You know how some artists like to 'immortalize' their lovers? Now think about what kind of artist Scrapper is, and how that would work...

Strafe eeeeews.

Strafe muuurs and heads off to meet with some classmates to study.

Strafe has disconnected.

Scrapper has Long Haul all to himself now! Ooh. Evil.

Bandit has arrived.

Scrapper is tangoing with Long Haul. There's even a spotlight, thoughtfully set up by Strafe!

Long Haul is dancing with Scrapper. That is, Scrapper is holding him rather tightly and won't let him go. When Bandit arrives he waves frantically at the other. "Help!"

Bandit looks at LH "Whats up LH?

Long Haul struggles to get away from his fellow Constructicon. "I'm on a date with Scrapper! Do you have any idea what he does to his dates?"

Bandit laughs "I thought you combiners liked it that way...?"

Scrapper swings Long Haul around the dance floor and chides, "If you're really that queasy, we could swap out that gallery hop for a gladiatorial game."

Long Haul mutters to Bandit as he and Scrapper dance past,. He mutters to

Bandit, "... like... 'immortalized'... made... own body parts!"

Bandit senses "Long Haul mutters to Bandit as he and Scrapper dance past,. "We don't like to be 'immortalized' by our lovers with artwork made from our own body parts!""

Long Haul brightens. "Well, that sounds good! But don't you have enough lime green sculptures laying around? I'd like to make it through a whole date with all my limbs, for once..."

Bandit laughs "oh my......"

Scrapper tsks and dips. "One can never have too many art supplies!"

Bandit backs away from the constructicons.....one can never be too careful in situaitons like these.

Long Haul growls. "Allright, already! Allright! S'just... make sure you don't go as long this time before you replace my arm, okay?"

Scrapper looks content with that. "Agreed. Why, I had to carry some of my own boxes the last time..."

Long Haul starts grumbling again, only this time about carrying boxes.

Scrapper thinks that the tango music could use some more trumpet...

"Bah!" grumbles Long Haul. He sure is grumbling a lot! Oh, wait, that's normal.

"You and Mixmaster always think all music needs more trumpets."

Scrapper looks wounded. What, Scrapper think like Mixmaster? They're not combiners...oh, yes. Yes, they are.

Scrapper snorts, "At least I don't want some human composers as pets!"

"Yeah, well, you know what'll happen anyway," answers Long Haul. "Come feeding time, Hook'll spend so long trying to get the formula for that stuff they consume just right, they'll just go into shut-down mode, or whatever it is they do if they go too long without refueling."

Rodimus Prime has connected.

<Public> Rodimus Prime says, "Wheeee!"

<Public> In it for the Long Haul says, "Wheee?"

<Public> Rodimus Prime says, "Yes, wheee."

Scrapper shakes his head. "Some machines just aren't responsible enough to have pets."

Rodimus Prime says, "Foxfire isn't a pet! She's my experiment."

Long Haul looks at Rodimus. Long Haul, by the way, is dancing with Scrapper, in a spot light thoughtfully provided by Strafe. "We're talking about Hook. He wants some pet human composers."

Rodimus Prime says, "Oh, that's not right."

Scrapper opticshifts. "So defensive! But yes, we were talking about Hook."

Long Haul shrugs. "He'd just let 'em starve into stasis, anyway." He pauses and thinks about that. Ouch! Thinking makes his head hurt! Then he looks at Scrapper. "Do humans go into stasis?"

Scrapper swings Long Haul around the dancefloor like he'd swing a hammer. "Umm...don't think so. Don't they just splatter?"

Rodimus Prime says, "Not that you guys 'will' do that or anything, but oocly we don't like seeing humans tortured, captured without a good reason, or otherwise, kept as pets. Instecticons, Predicons, Terrorcons, Dinobots or tapes can be however. We don't give a crap about them. :)"

Long Haul chuckles. "We know, Roddy. This is just some OOC silliness. Hook did ICly mention once that he'd like to keep some human composers as pets to make music for him once we finished conquering Earth, but since I doubt we'll be conquering the planet anytime soon, I don't think you need to worry much about it."

Rodimus Prime says, "Oh good, Briar would be out for energon if he heard you were messing with fellow squishies. :) If he can whoop on Scrapper without too much trouble, the other construcitcons would be cake."

Long Haul isn't so sure that Scrapper is the toughest Constructicon... "Mixmaster said he once kicked the paint off Scraps in the training room."

Rodimus Prime says, "You guys should have an all out green man brawl and find out who is the strongest!"

Scrapper says, "But we don't all have players."

Rodimus Prime says, "That's true."

<Public> Hello Victory Leo says, "Gonads and strife"

<Public> Rodimus Prime says, "I want gonads and strife!"

Scrapper is pretty sure that a significant number of the other Constructicons could make him whine for his maternal programmer, anyway...

Rodimus Prime says, "Megatron?"

Scrapper says, "No, Optimus Prime! But only in the comics."

Rodimus Prime says, "Optimus Prime made you guys? Huh, I didn't know that."

Long Haul says, "In the comic books he used the matrix to give us 'souls', or whatever. Under duress."

Scrapper says, "Optimus Prime and Shockwave made us in the old Marvel comics."

Rodimus Prime says, "So, who was the mommy and who was the daddy?"

Scrapper says, "So Optimus Prime is our mother, and Shockwave is our father. But so is Megatron, but we built Megatron, and... Long Haul, it hurts and stings!"

Rodimus Prime thinks Megatron would be more like your creepy uncle who likes to watch the kiddy pool.

Long Haul shrugs. Scrapper and Hook and Mixmaster are always talking about stuff that he can't figure out, so he has an easier time dealing with their origin confusion. He just puts it in the same file where he keeps pretty much everything Hook says and ignores it. "S'what you get for being so damned smart!"

Rodimus Prime says, "I've got it! Megatron was created by you, but he traveled back in time with the robosmasher and reporgrammed you guys when you were good. So later on, you'd build him so he can go back in time and reprogram you to be evil. So then you'd build him...oh ack, I've gone all cross eyed again!"

Scrapper just hates having to figure out what he needs to buy *cough* build on Father's Day and Mother's Day, is all.

Rodimus Prime says, "But you're evil, you guys wouldn't care about that right?"

Scrapper says, "Actually, we care about it more, because if momma's not happy, then no one is happy. Because momma might be a space gun of doom."

Rodimus Prime says, "How do you think I feel? My matrix gets both father's and mother's day cards/presents. That sucks."

Rodimus Prime says, "Oooh, the space gun of doom, forgot about that. Right right, gotta appease the momma."

Long Haul nods. "That's right! But I just let Scrapper deal with it. Or Hook. Mostly Hook, because so many people forget everyone but Hook exists, I never get in trouble for forgetting Mother's Day or Father's Day!"

Scrapper says, "It's okay. I'm always sure to give our dear (and confusing) parents a nice mug made out of Long Haul's pieces. Wish he'd part with them a bit easier. It's for a good cause!"

Rodimus Prime has disconnected.

Long Haul starts grumbling AGAIN. It's what he does, y'know. Now he's back to grumbling about being deprived of his body parts.

Smokescreen has connected.

Smokescreen says, "Yar."

Scrapper is tangoing with Long Haul. Strafe even set up a spot-light!

Smokescreen says, "That's funny, as I just so happen to be listening to Tango music RIGHT NOW."

Long Haul stops dancing as Smokescreen arrives. "Better quit it. This stuff upsets him." Then, when Smokescreen makes his comment, he shrugs and goes back to dancing. He has, BTW, a rose that's been duct-taped to his head.

Smokescreen says, "Don't make me get out the Glue, Long Haul."

Long Haul aaaaiiiieeees! "No! Not the glue! Anything but the glue!"

Scrapper hides Long Haul from the evil, evil Smokescreen! Okay, he puts a lampshade on Long Haul's head.

Long Haul shouts, "Hey!"

Long Haul now has a lamp shade, duct tape, and a rose on his head. This is getting a little absurd. No, wait, it's been at absurd for awhile. Now it's gotten to whatever's past absurd. "Hey, Scrapper... what's after absurd?"

Scrapper says, "Plaid."

"Plaid?" Long Haul radiates bafflement. This is useful because, even if he didn't have a lamp shade on his head, he doesn't have a face to express the emotion anyway.

Scrapper ponders harvesting the bafflement radiation. "Yeah, plaid."

Long Haul takes the lampshade off and looks down at himself. "But I'm not plaid!"

Scrapper tapes a plaid filter over Long Haul's optic band.

Long Haul complains, "Now EVERYTHING's plaid!"

Scrapper patpats Long Haul. "So, at last, you see the truth."

Long Haul slumps.

Smokescreen has disconnected.

Scrapper has disconnected.