[OPEN] I love the night. I love the night. I love the element of danger…

[notyourblueangel]

Who: Thundercracker, anyone
What: Flying…just for the pure joy of it
When: Now
Where: ALL OVER EVERYWHERE . . . seriously – he’s a fighter jet, an F-15 Eagle, they devour ground distances in miles per second . . . short of the Badlands, he’s just streaking All. The. Hell. Over. Haven and hundreds of miles surrounding. Because he can. He is, though, being careful not to get TOO far away at any given time.
Notes: No real point to this except that I’m still coming down from a high from last weekend, LOL. Despite the quip in TC’s username, I’m a BIG fan of the Blue Angels Naval Flight Demonstration Team (which technically are FA-18 Hornets, the next model /after/ the Eagle, but yeah…I just adore combat jets in general), and I FINALLY got to see them last Saturday at the Miramar Air Show! *DANCES AROUND IN GLEE!!!* So, yeah, got this in my head and it won’t let go, so I’m going with it.

If you’re flight capable, feel free to join him. If you’re not, feel free to get his attention somehow and he’ll come down to you. Posting this as a log because we don’t really have incidental cameras around Haven for random, accidental video, but if you’d like, feel free to comm him with Video or Voice instead. Really, anything’s awesome!



( …and the ecstasy of flight! )

In which we discover Decepticons don't teach Robert's Rules of Order.

[sword_redemption]

Who: Drift and hopefully others
What: After the latest wave of mysterious disappearances, it's time to start throwing in theories.
Where: Near where the Rec Center is, which is as close to neutral territory as Drift can figure.
When: After Ultra Magnus's pep talk.
Warnings: none?

Drift does one last sweep of the area. Not that he's expecting to find much in the way of danger. It was mostly nervous energy. He's not a leader. He knows he's not a leader. That was Rodimus's role. Or Optimus Prime's. Not his. The last time he was a leader, he was Deadlock and his leadership skills....were pretty questionable. And violent.

But they need to talk, and the Link is not a safe place. Hopefully, this is. They need to find out about this Unicron, how this Calling happens, what they can do to prevent it...if anything.

He's lit a small bonfire in the center of the place, figuring at least it'll be a site for mourning. In all their haste, they haven't really done that as a community.

((Subthreads below, feel free to mingle/threadjack/etc.))

Unwelcome Furry Invasion. Send Help.

[bladesbot]

Who: Blades, Rocket, anyone.
What: Trying to get a raccoon out of his cockpit.
When: During/after this.
Where: The Junk Pile, north side.
Notes: Sorry for my absence, school and work are eating me alive. I'll have more time this week to play so jump on board!


( So there Blades was... )