Meow (Re)Mix

[namesnotprowl]

WHO: Barricade and you
WHERE: Solus Prime and Alpha Trion's quadrants, and the Junk Pile
WHEN: Backdated and forward-dated a couple days from now
WHAT: A certain fuzzy feline is getting the lay of the land from a much shorter perspective.
WARNINGS: n/a, will update if necessary

Skids - or the thing that had been Skids - had been chasing him around the Junk Pile until something happened that Barricade just couldn't sort out. Not for a while, anyway, until he was able to get a look at himself. Not human, so...

Wait. Fur? Oh scrap.


[The Junk Pile]
First things first is finding some kind of food, and that means sticking around the Junk Pile for a while. So a little black and white cat might be visible, hopping and skittering gingerly along debris, occasionally tripping and yowling in protest. These legs don't work like any he's used to and there's too many of them and he can't get his tail to hold still to counterbalance. Why are there so many limbs.


[Solus's Quadrant]
Eventually he manages to dig out food that isn't in a can and figures out how to eat it. He even tumbles his way ungracefully out of the Junk Pile in his own FirstForged's quadrant. Good enough for him! He trots along through the area, carefully avoiding the hotter spots until he finds the crystal forest on the border. And then... for no reason he can sort out, up one of the trees he goes. Without any idea of how to get out of it.


[Alpha Trion's Quadrant]
One way or another, he extracts himself and continues on, finally having gotten the hang of his limbs and his ears. At least his senses aren't quite so diminished as when Barricade has been human; there was something comfortable about that. Still, even he gets thirsty, and the easiest place to find water is the lake. Once he gets across the quadrants to the lake, he crouches down and dabs a paw into the water cautiously, jerking it out and shaking it with a meow. Okay, that's not so awesome. Maybe there's some easier way to do it...

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( junk pile; action )

[pendragon]

Saber is sorting through some piles she had been working on. These were objects she had sorted.. from the rest of the junk pile. Most of this was clothing, which she was planning on taking to the Hub. With so many Cybertronians going human, clothing was more in demand than ever. She had collected blankets, too.

The knight pauses and stands as she hears an odd sound. Was that.. a cat? As an animal lover, Saber is even more fond of felines (as they usually are with her). Looking around, Saber begins to wander from the junk pile to see if she can find where the sound is coming from.

Seeing something like a.. normal house cat would be somewhat comforting.

( junk pile; action )

[namesnotprowl]

That is indeed a cat. A very upset one that is struggling to get to the top of a pile of what seem to be umbrellas. This would be so much easier with hands instead of paws, but Barricade has to work with what he's got. That doesn't make him any less annoyed, though.

If nothing else, he continues meowing, practically arguing with his own limbs to try to get them to work the way he wants.

Halp, he is lost on the Junk Pile and can't get where he wants to go.

[pendragon]

Nearing the pile, Saber looks upwards to the cat that is on the pile. ..That definitely seems to be a normal cat, but with events going on..

She has to assume it may be someone else and remain polite. After all, she wants to do nothing more than pet and love the cat. How can she resist?

"Are you harmed?" she asks, loud enough to be heard. Saber's tone is much more gentle than she usually would use, and she doesn't even realize it. Hopefully, the cat doesn't take offense to her slightly "babying" tone. The cat looks fine, but those are some quite.. displeasing sounds being emitted.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

It's that time of the decacycle, when Whirl makes his drop by Alpha Trion's Swinging Bachelor Pad for more kitten chow. What? The lethal killing machine of death known as Splat needs proper nutrition to be his deathiest.

And then he sees the cat down by the pond. He's coming in for a landing because he's all about stray cats.

"Tryin' to sneak out, huh?" Tsk tsk.

[namesnotprowl]

THERE IS A VTOL

... Wait he knows this VTOL. He's seen him on the network before. He was the one with the luchador battlebots. And thought he was sneaking out of somewhere?

He yowls, the translator for the Link on his collar eventually catching up. "... What?" Where is he supposed to sneaking out of? Aside from 'out of the Junk Pile' because that was a disaster.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Of course he knows this VTOL. Whirl is the best.

Whirl folds his arms over his chassis. "Don't give me that look. Alpha Trion's gonna flip."

junk pile party!

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzilla heard the pat-pattering of footsteps first, but kept quiet, laying low. However, when there came a loud mewl right beside him, he finally reacted.

Garbage and junk poured off Frenzilla's head as he sat upright in the hole he'd been digging. A moth-eaten scarf and a pizza bistro banner hung from his head like a wedding veil. The monster turned his eyes on the cat that was Barricade and, instead of immediately diving to eat him, was curiously stopped by sudden recollection.

ain't no party like a Junk Pile party 'cause a Junk Pile party don't stop

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade leaps back a ways, stiff-legged, somehow managing to stay on his feet the whole time. That's a... what is that? Is it going to eat him? He meows, hunkering down a little as he approaches, before finally standing to sniff at the creature.

... you smell familiar. "Prrt?" Why do you smell familiar?

hahahah[LOUD GODZILLA NOISES]

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzilla extended his head, meeting almost nose to nose with the tiny cat. Which was probably just a bit bigger than one of his nostrils. He took a good sniff--something deep and probably enough to suck Barricat forward like an airplane's turbine.

Only to snort, and possibly cover Barricade with a little snot instead.

Yup, Frenzilla recognized you. The chirp confirmed it.

Junk Pile

[originaldragoon]

Rose was on flying around the Junk Pile when she spotted something hopping about down below. She swooped down and landed on a near by pile and eyed the feline, and wondered if it was another victim of the current strange series of events or if it could be possible prey for her.

Junk Pile

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade does not know what to think about the fact that there is a dragon here, aside from suddenly missing being on the top of the food chain. He crouches down slightly, flicking his ears back in the best 'please don't eat me' he can manage at the moment. Stupid translator. He meows anyway, eyeing her right back.

Junk Pile

[originaldragoon]

Rose made a rumbling noise as she watches the cat, before she tried to speak and let the device around her neck translate.

"Were you something else before you were a cat?"

[The Junk Pile]

[deadlydoctor]

[Silly cat, that's not how you do walking. Knock Out was checking to see if she could find anything useful to fix Saber's bike. She's wearing a black suit and really glad she's not naked anymore. She also cant' help but snicker at the view.] Now, that's new. Where did you come from, little one?

[namesnotprowl]

[Walking is hard on four legs, you don't understand :( Barricade looks up at Knock Out, startled. Her smell is slightly familiar, but the body is definitely not. He meows a couple times, trying to get the translator to do something about it. Finally it works, at least.] I know you!

[deadlydoctor]

You do, hm? [She doesn't recognize you yet but KO figures that your body changed just like it happened to her. She crouches down to give the cat a better look, and to look less giant to him.]I don't look like my attractive self but I'm Knock Out. And you are...?

[trionicpolarity]

As much as Alpha Trion would prefer to be nestled on one of his many balconies, reading, he hasn't had the chance yet. The past few days have been spent in meeting after meeting, gathering with his brethren to compare notes about the unusual changes happening across the Haven.

Because of this, he's taking the time to walk around the edge of the lake and think, wondering how much could be fixed by using the Pages of the Tome. It might work.

It might.

It also might--no.

No wait.

Did he see something, just now?

Was that?

"Now how did you escape?" He murmurs, moving closer to the cat at the edge of the lake. "It isn't safe for you out here, you know."

Crouching, he extends a hand to pet the creature.

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade would comment, if he could, on how he somehow ends up around Alpha Trion every time something weird like this happens to him. But at least he avoided haiku-activated jet thrusters this time.

Admittedly, that was his own fault.

Still, he crouches a bit, tensed for a few moments. He's not entirely sure what to expect from this... and petting wasn't the first thing that came to mind. It's not as though he'll complain about that, though.

He cautiously stands, arching into the FirstForged's hand with a loud purr. Sure, it's not safe, but Barricade is all about the danger. Even when he's tiny and everything wants to eat him.

[Alpha Trion's Quadrant]

[raceme]

[Now that his appointment with Rung is over, Blurr is walking near the lake and wondering if one day he won't need to talk to the therapist anymore. He hears the angry meow and then stares down at the cat.] Oh.

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade looks up in return. You smell like Blurr. Blurr, is that you? The little cat's whiskers twitch and he tilts his head a bit. He meows again, translator in the Link on his collar catching the sound and making words.] Hello.

Solus's Quadrant - because no one's taken that yet and OMG Barri-cat stuck in tree! XDDD

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker is just coming back from the medbay in the temple when movement in one of the nearby trees catches his optic. He goes over to investigate.

Barrikitty did not anticipate this result of climbing XD

[namesnotprowl]

You...! He knows you! He straightens up carefully on his perch, yowling a couple times. Hey! Help! This is nothing like when he used to climb things. How do you get down like this??? He meows and the translator finally catches it. "Help!"

Hope you don't mind Barricade's deep, huge voice coming out a tiny cat, Thundercracker.

[Action, JunkPile]

[silverkitty]

Shira was hungry. Terribly, terribly hungry. She has been hunting for a little while now, and had found one dead rabbit, more or least splattered on a metal sheet after its long, long fall from the Lambda, but that was hardly enough to survive here.

So when she saw the small furry... thing? She didn't hesitate. She stalked her prey for a little while before finding a perfect spot for an ambush: the prey was somewhat uneasy on his legs, which was strange because he looked like a smaller version of herself, and she was anything but clumsy on her own feet. Well, it must be sick, and thus even easier to catch.

Now wasn't the time to hesitate. She needed to act now or it might escape. The saber toothed cat crouched, her muscles tensing, and pounced.

[namesnotprowl]

The one thing that Barricade can say for this is that fear is a fantastic motivator, one way or another. Being pounced on effectively stops him from running - which he is suddenly feeling more competent about because something pounced on him, something he had not expected at all - but it does jump-start him being able to use his translator with much less effort than he'd been putting in.

After he hisses, because hey. He'd hiss in his normal body at mechs twice his size anyway. Hissing at a significantly larger cat is just good business. He also squirms in the larger feline's grip, slightly more desperately than the hissing might suggest.

"Stop!" The voice, the one he normally has, is much too big for his body, but it works well enough for him. "I'm a Refugee!"

[heytheresugarbot]

Well, lookee here.

[Now this is the second cat Quickstrike has encountered in the Haven. Gosh darn it, where do they all come from? Doesn't matter, 'cause he's real ichin' to kill it. Why? Well why not?]

Here kitty kitty!

[His snake head hisses as he inches a little bit closer...]

[namesnotprowl]

[Anything that looks like that is nothing that Barricade wants to be anywhere near. Besides, 'here kitty' doesn't work so well on him. He hisses and then finally speaks.]

No.

[And if that gets any closer, he is so running. He is choosing his battles.]