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[Open -- Communal] Science! Slumber! Party!
Who: Liege Maximo and ALL THE PEOPLE
What: Following the 'Second Wave,' Liege has collected a number of living (and dead) Monster samples to be studied. He has sent out the call: all scientists/medics or otherwise capable persons are welcome to attend his laboratory conference to look over the critters and find out what can be found!
When: Now-ish. Liege took a bit to set this up, so all new and old characters can come!
Where: Liege's Temple
Notes:
Bring any characters you want, scientists or not! Anyone who comes (IE posts or threads below) will get some samples of Sharkticons or other monster types to work with, and they will also receive a special LABORATORY KIT from an Acolyte, which features a few simple tools sized to your character so they can do their own experiments in the future!
Your character is welcome to learn the following:
-Monsters have superior strength/stamina to their non-lambda counterparts. (IE a Monster Sharkticon would be more brutal, spikier, and nastier than a standard Sharkticon.)
-Beyond the increased attributes there is no physical difference to their makeup. (IE a Sharkticon is still a Sharkticon, a dragon is still a dragon, DNA, scales, and all.)
-Particularly perceptive individuals may notice a trace of an energy signature on the creatures which matches the 'feel' of the badlands. There may be a link between the two...
Liege won't be able to interact with everyone, so this is your chance to MINGLE with others. Tag around, have fun, spend the night, and enjoy the Maximo's superior wash-racks! If you'd rather just explore the temple, you can do that too.
In the confusing, maze-like depths of Liege's temple, there were hundreds of rooms. Many had been hollowed out from the mountainside, curving inwards in some haphazardly specific pattern as if seeking out the greatest potential for heat. Others jutted out from the side with long, wide windows to let in the light, organized, carefully, for his pursuits. The laboratories, of course, were among these.
The many, many laboratories were among these.
He'd needed them all, of course. In the beginning, there had just been one, and one had been nice for allowing him to perform one type of experiment. He'd had a second built when Solus had given him that energon separator, and the third after he'd brought back organics from his first travels into space. After that, it had been somewhat of a collection, and there were laboratories shoved into corners of his temple like extra books shoved onto shelves. He liked it that way. It meant that his brothers and sisters didn't know about them.
Not all of them.
And it meant he could host parties like these on the few occasions when he deigned to socialize. He made sure each accessible laboratory was well-stocked, filled with tools and at least one experiment subject and also populated by an Acolyte to monitor his guests. There would be energon available, and some organic-favored snacks as well, because he had every intention of showing just how well he treated his aligned when he was paying attention to them.
It never hurt to make the others jealous.
He, himself, had work to do in his main laboratory, and for the most part he intended to stay there, drifting out amongst the others only to peruse their findings or to partake in the briefest of breaks. This was what he loved to do, after all...
...but science was useless without others to observe its happenings.
Having the Refugees around again was, in that way, a gift--one that he intended to open slowly, keeping the wrapping safe so he could use it again next time.
And who knew?
Perhaps, here, amongst those who would come, would be a few worth keeping for himself, or offering further incentives toward.
What: Following the 'Second Wave,' Liege has collected a number of living (and dead) Monster samples to be studied. He has sent out the call: all scientists/medics or otherwise capable persons are welcome to attend his laboratory conference to look over the critters and find out what can be found!
When: Now-ish. Liege took a bit to set this up, so all new and old characters can come!
Where: Liege's Temple
Notes:
Bring any characters you want, scientists or not! Anyone who comes (IE posts or threads below) will get some samples of Sharkticons or other monster types to work with, and they will also receive a special LABORATORY KIT from an Acolyte, which features a few simple tools sized to your character so they can do their own experiments in the future!
Your character is welcome to learn the following:
-Monsters have superior strength/stamina to their non-lambda counterparts. (IE a Monster Sharkticon would be more brutal, spikier, and nastier than a standard Sharkticon.)
-Beyond the increased attributes there is no physical difference to their makeup. (IE a Sharkticon is still a Sharkticon, a dragon is still a dragon, DNA, scales, and all.)
-Particularly perceptive individuals may notice a trace of an energy signature on the creatures which matches the 'feel' of the badlands. There may be a link between the two...
Liege won't be able to interact with everyone, so this is your chance to MINGLE with others. Tag around, have fun, spend the night, and enjoy the Maximo's superior wash-racks! If you'd rather just explore the temple, you can do that too.
In the confusing, maze-like depths of Liege's temple, there were hundreds of rooms. Many had been hollowed out from the mountainside, curving inwards in some haphazardly specific pattern as if seeking out the greatest potential for heat. Others jutted out from the side with long, wide windows to let in the light, organized, carefully, for his pursuits. The laboratories, of course, were among these.
The many, many laboratories were among these.
He'd needed them all, of course. In the beginning, there had just been one, and one had been nice for allowing him to perform one type of experiment. He'd had a second built when Solus had given him that energon separator, and the third after he'd brought back organics from his first travels into space. After that, it had been somewhat of a collection, and there were laboratories shoved into corners of his temple like extra books shoved onto shelves. He liked it that way. It meant that his brothers and sisters didn't know about them.
Not all of them.
And it meant he could host parties like these on the few occasions when he deigned to socialize. He made sure each accessible laboratory was well-stocked, filled with tools and at least one experiment subject and also populated by an Acolyte to monitor his guests. There would be energon available, and some organic-favored snacks as well, because he had every intention of showing just how well he treated his aligned when he was paying attention to them.
It never hurt to make the others jealous.
He, himself, had work to do in his main laboratory, and for the most part he intended to stay there, drifting out amongst the others only to peruse their findings or to partake in the briefest of breaks. This was what he loved to do, after all...
...but science was useless without others to observe its happenings.
Having the Refugees around again was, in that way, a gift--one that he intended to open slowly, keeping the wrapping safe so he could use it again next time.
And who knew?
Perhaps, here, amongst those who would come, would be a few worth keeping for himself, or offering further incentives toward.
Tsun, tsun, it's not like I like science or anything, Baka!
He may have been, however, quite keen in making like a Starscream and participating in a way that left him completely innocent in the disappearing act of his own little science kit. And a couple things that looked handy which had been in the general vicinity of that science kit which was in fact, no longer present. And while THIS Starscream might not have known what all the tools were called, he did know how most of them worked. He also knew he needed most of them. So. Into his inexplicable robot pockets a whole bunch of things may or may not have gone.
And actually, one can neither confirm nor deny that they ever in fact, existed at all.
Oh. Look. Another nifty tool. Lying right there on that science counter. All alone. And if you listened closely, you might even hear it cry out in the tiniest little science tool voice: 'take me, Starscream, take me
hard.'Hands off, that's mine >(
Which is why this one didn't even really see him (at first) when he went for that same conveniently placed tool.
If they both went for it at the same time, they'd end up touching hands and boy wouldn't that be awkward. But even so, he was going to take that tool no matter who or what stood in his way.
... Unless one of the Acolytes came by, because in that case, it wasn't him it was that guy over there.
Well now we know what happens when two universes attempt to exist in the same space
And for just a moment the world narrowed to these two seekers, these two alone seekers. The alone seekers being alone. Together. The background receded and might've seemed to fuzz out while a soft haze of pink and gold sparkles was superimposed over what used to be a lab full of things that wanted to be 'borrowed', but now apparently had been replaced by doilies. Also there were cherry petals. Maybe.
Just as suddenly as it had come, the world snapped back in focus, this Starscream's eyes began looking in a single direction again, and he snapped, "just what do you think you're doing?"
Their hands were still touching. But Starscream wasn't going to back down. He wanted that tool.
Exactly
"Considering shooting you. But that might get messy."
And there were lots of people around who'd probably stop him. But that was aside the point.
Mere milliseconds drifted away and then ...
"Waitaminute. You seem familiar."
And that would be when he smirked in a rather dangerous and predatory sort of way.
This is like a game of chicken
At the smirk, Starscream's wings draw back defensively. He knows that smirk -- his own is quite similar -- and he doesn't like it being directed at himself, not one bit. Still, he manages to deadpan, "Yes. We've already met, Starscream."
Also, still not moving his hand.