What's December Without Christmas Eve? [Tree Decorating: OPEN]

[littlecrowgirl]

WHO: Anyone and Everyone!
WHERE: Around various parts of Haven
WHEN: From now until what counts as 'New Years' for Cybertron (New Years Day for us?)
WHAT: Tree Decorating!
WARNINGS: Infinite cute and maybe tree eating

Well, Kay and Elita had done it. It took awhile, and surprisingly, all in one night, but they'd been able to grab branches from the large crystal trees that the pink robot had grown, and placed them all around Haven. Where, specifically? Outside the temples! Really, surprised no one noticed it.  But to those who walk out of the them, they'll now notice a tree on either their right or left, empty, glittering, and with a note.



What could this mean? What's this? There's trees everywhere! What's this? And depending on what your alignment is/where you live, you'll get a different tree. 

(ooc: I'll be putting comments up for each quadrant's tree. Comment under whichever one you'd like to react to/decorate/chat with people under. It's a huge mingle thread! Also, don't forget to put your tag in the log!

Comments

[rungout]

Rung's optics dim a bit as he listens to Tarn, not liking where this is going--knowing that at this point, there was really only one way that it could end. And Fort Max seemed to know it too.

He met the other's gaze and a ghost of a smile appeared, the therapist giving the slightest of nods.

Pain was something he was use to after all.

[songofmypeople]

Tarn rolls his eyes and even with the mask, the rotation of light is obvious. Rung, he's all by draped over you, he caught that nod, and Maximus, you think he doesn't know what you're contemplating, brandishing a weapon like that in a position like this?

"That's a very nice gun," Tarn agrees pleasantly, "but I like mine better." Both barrels go from pointing vaguely in Max's direction to pointing directly at Rung. And by 'directly' we mean one barrel against the side of the head, the other against the neck.

"Tell me, has this happened before too?"

Then Tarn makes a clucking, disappointed noise. "I know what you're thinking, Maximus, and I dare say the doctor does too. But I want you to ask yourself: if your shot doesn't kill him me -- and I promise you, it will not -- and if for some reason I don't move him into the blast trajectory -- which I will -- I want you to ask yourself if my plasma blasts won't kill him. I understand you're both crippled by your Autobot propensities towards wastefulness, empty gestures and even emptier heroics, but I think you both need to step back, calm down, and fully realise that I have complete control here."

"I think it's time someone asks me what I want."

[warborn]

"Yes."

The answer is short, clipped, and utterly devoid of any emotion. Yes, he's been in a situation like this, though it wasn't outright hostage; this was more of those games he'd mentioned. And this, all together, is bringing back some very unpleasant memories.

It's not so much that he's deflated or back down - the gun is certainly still out, yes - but something has changed about Fort Max. He's falling back on old barriers, defenses for himself and as much as others as he can make them. When, in the end, it's becoming more and more clear that there'll soon be no others.

Whether or not this'll end the same way as before remains to be seen.

But he's not quite about to fall completely back, to appeasement, instead keeping his optics on Rung and the weapons pointed at his helm.

[rungout]

The feel of the gun pressed against his head and neck has the therapist's optics dimming to almost nothing, a tremor coursing through his frame before he just goes still. He can see it in Fort Max, the way this is all effecting him, the lack of emotion meaning the other is closing off and resorting to a state of mind that Rung would rather not see him in.

"...What is it that you want?" he finally spoke, voice soft as he kept his gaze on Fort Max. Any traces of fear were carefully tucked away now, Rung collecting himself as much as possible.

Right now, he needed to be the level headed one.

"Whatever it is you require, we'll do our best to help you...just..please tell us what it is you want."

You guys make my crusty old frozen heart hurt [1/2]

[songofmypeople]

"I want my apology."

But then I remember I'm a monster on the inside, so things are okay

[songofmypeople]

"Rung, why don't you go first and show your patient how it's done?"

how convenient

[warborn]

He wants to kill him. Murder him, consequences and fallout be damned. Make it slow, painful, agonizing, as horrible as he can possibly make it, and Fortress Maximus has been taught some very intense horrors.

But he'd enjoy every second of it.

Fort Max's fingers run over the rifle almost absentmindedly if not for the void expression on his face.

At least Rung still has his attention? More than the Decepticon, at least.

Re: how convenient

[rungout]

Rung couldn't help but wince, optics going offline for a moment as he just collected himself further. This Decepticon wasn't going to play nice with them, no matter what. It was obvious just from what he was doing, what he was saying, that this was all sort of a game to him in a way--at least that's what the therapist was taking away from it.

And this? A new part to the game. He wanted them to validate that they were weaker than him. That he was right and they were wrong.

His optics finally came back online, slowly brightening as he focused his gaze on Fort Max, vents cycling softly.

"I apologize..." he murmured, voice steady as his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "..that you feel as though you need to assert your dominance over us simply to prove a point. I'm sorry that you feel as though this is all necessary and I'm truly sorry that this is how you think others should be treated simply because you feel superior to those around you."

[songofmypeople]

Tarn may not have had Rung's impressive eyebrows, but as his head s l o w l y rises to catch Max's attention, you can just feel him raising one invisible eyebrow.

"Did this happen last time too?" Tarn just sounds like he's about to laugh. "I can't get over how terrible he is at this. I'm really beginning to think he does this on purpose."

Tarn's voice goes just a bit sweet again, but this time there's something in the way it vibrates out his body, pressed so close. For an instant a spark might even feel like someone's tickling it. But as soon as the sensation registers it's gone again. "Doctor, do you like getting in trouble? Am I fulfilling something for you? I hardly think it's professional you keep involving your patients like this. Or is it that you've simply grown tired of being alive? There are easier ways, you know."

Tarn isn't bothered by Rung's apparant nosedive into suicidal urges, people do a lot of stupid things when spurred on by fear; he's used to it. Attention back to the only other sane party, he says, "I really think you should consider seeing someone else, Maximus. I don't think this one has the proper qualifications to solve anyone's problems -- least of all his own."

[warborn]

Rung, are you...

Did you just...

Were Max in a different state of mind, he might have laughed, bitterly. As it is...he just tilts his head, ever so slightly.

"Has a habit for making things worse," the Autobot grudgingly admits, voice still ever-so-neutral. He'd respect the defiance, if it weren't for the fact, well...

Defiance...only gets you so far, in the end.

"Sorry."

For Rung, particularly, but if Tarn wants to take it any other way...

He won't stop him.

[rungout]

Tarn can insult his talents and abilities all he wants, it won't change the fact that Rung is a bit tired of the crap the other is spewing. He keeps his silence now though, his point matter no matter how it was taken, optics narrowing the slightest, slightest bit when Fort Max does the apologizing.

He isn't sure where this is going to go now but no matter what, Rung has a feeling it's going to be completely and utterly uncomfortable.

Arms lifting to cross over his chest loosely, the therapist glances back at the hulking form of his captor, waiting to see if he'll accept that as apology enough. Because at this point? Rung's kind of completely against the idea of playing this game further.