We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Landing on the girder on the otherside of Jazz to Ravage (because grumpy cassette was grumpy), Fairwinds trilled a greeting to the Autobot.
"S'up, Pudding?" she beamed. "See, I called you 'pudding' cuz that's a synonym of 'dessert' and you're a deserter. See?"
When Jazz didn't immediately respond, and with absolutely no regard for the silver mech's personal space (it hadn't even entered her processor that he might not appreciate being climbed on), Fairwinds hopped onto his forearm and patted his shoulder with one wing. Big smile. "But it's okay. Because I read Christmas is all about seeing cohort who you haven't seen in ages because you drifted apart or tried to kill each other and whatever, and having lots of Awkward and Uncomfortable conversations with them. And burning poultry."
The pull of air when she gasped was strong enough to be felt, and the cassette perked up to her full, diminutive height. "And presents!" she bounced. "Presents are the best."
She hopped back onto the girder and peered down at the rather muted festivities. "I got the turkeys. That was my present." Her vocaliser dropped to a delighted whisper, optics on Megatron's movements about the Christmas tree. "They were in awe of me. Like a god.."
Oh sweet Primus, Fairwinds. Jazz facepalmed at the pun, being climbed on, and turkeys...all of it.
Fairwinds always HAD been good at parties.
"Hey, shortstuff," Jazz grinned. "Like a god, huh? Maybe we can make you a little turkey...hangy...thingy..." Quick, to the internet! "...wattle. Bet they'd love that." He bet that Megatron would love that, too. And hey, wasn't that what Christmas was all about? Presents?
Jazz reached out to scritch at that spot between Fairwinds' wings just like he knew she liked, because he'd always liked the little ditz and it was pretty much the only day of the year he could do it without losing a servo or something similarly unpleasant. "And I have to disagree, sweetspark. I am not a deserter, I am a full-blown traitor and 'signia-switcher, thankyouverymuch." He switched his scritching to the base of her helm. "But I still won't let anyone eat my processor but you, honeybun."
"D'awww - an' I'd bet you'd be super delicious and fritzy," Fairwinds purred, the highest of praise not entirely unaided by the delightful scritching taking place on that spot on her backstrut.
As she arched into the mech's knowing claws, Fairwinds onlined her optics and spotted the green dangly plant hanging from the centre of the ceiling. She Googled it. She field-squeed all over again.
"Obligate hemi-parasitic kissing plant! Oh Primus, we could totally -"
Megatron's voice from below was of even tone and volume. Perhaps even mild. "Fairwinds, I will crush your tiny little head."
Fairwinds side-stepped along the girder to better see the large mech, who was looking up and giving her the 'one-brow-raised' warning. She flapped a wing. "Merry Christmas, Master!"
Jazz nearly fell off the girder. He had no idea (all right, he had a fairly good idea, but it was by no means a sure thing) what had been going through Fairwinds' head, but he could think of at least ten possibilities, and they were all hilarious. He ended up hanging upside-down from his knees for a bit, chortling, before pulling himself back up and stretching out, Ravage-like, on the girder.
"D'aaaw, he never lets you have any fun," Jazz said to Fairwinds, sympathetically. "But the mistletoe HAS been deployed. Bet you could find someone to make do something embarrassing in the name of Earthen holiday traditions. Not that I'd encourage that. I mean, obviously I'm completely against that."
He gestured at the mistletoe...then blew a kiss to Megatron and waved.
Then did the same for Prime.
Just to be fair and balanced. Fox News, that was him.