The Drabble Game
Jul 30, 2015 0:26:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 0:26:42 GMT -5
Very simple (and a good way to destress) game. All you have to do is write a prompt or give someone a prompt with two characters and one word theme. Usually played in the Cbox in the am hours when all bad decisions are made.
Rumi: Ha. Wrote it. Go me.
Moon: Well, post it, you heathen.
Rumi: ......*bashful shuffle*
Moon: I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU WITH THE MOUSE.
Rumi: JESUS. FINE.
Housaphone: XD
Starscream, Zoom Zoom, Manicure
The resulting fight was severely one-sided on all accounts. Not only was Starscream much larger than ZZ, but nobody really wanted to provide backup for either of them. Which left the smaller mech scrambling across a fairly sizable rock meant to keep the seeker from getting his hands on him. Incredibly sharp talons raked down over the pock marked surface hard enough to produce sparks and damage the paint job on the hand.
“Hold still, you little pest!”
Housaphone: XD
Moon: XD! Sounds about right.
Optimus, June Darby, Shower
When Miss Darby was in a tizzy, everyone in the base suddenly found an oh-so-important job to do across the compound. It wasn't like they were scared of her or anything. These giant mechs who had faced down savage Decepticons all their lives. They just...had work to do away from the tiny, angry, nagging human woman. If anyone had bothered to caution her that Prime was busy, she probably wouldn't have barged in, ready to give him a earful about the dangers her son was facing at the hands of MECH. Instead, she got an eyeful of Prime in a luxurious stretch, his plates covered in solvent. It was hard to tell who was more was sheepish and awkward afterward. They certainly couldn't make eye contact for a good while afterward. And Red succinctly deleted that footage without ever so much as twitching at the monitor.
Ren: ...o.m.g.
Moon: *DYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYING*
Rumi: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ This is me trampling on the fandom
Zercon: WHAT DUID I COME BACK TO
Moon: Also, our lurkers seem to have multiplied XD
Housaphone: I can almost hear the Zer screeching at that drabble XD
Zercon: -eye twitchy-
Megatron, Raf, Report Card
The time of the truce was trying for everyone. Tension ran thick like molasses. MECH was an omnipresent threat attacking from every angle. Bots and Cons alike had fallen prey and lost team members to the menace. Even the human allies weren't safe. After a foiled kidnapping attempt, the kid's had haphazardly been brought to the sanctuary of the DMZ to avoid being a weakness. But all of this paled in comparison to the horror that Raf's life had spiraled into. He was staring at a C on his progress report and had given a bird cry of terror at the sight of the red mark.
“Raf, calm down. The leader of the Decepticons is standing in literal stepping distance and all you can freak out about is the stupid report card?!”
“Do you know what my mother is going to do to me?!” The pint sized runt ignored the larger than life threat glaring down (and down) at the trio. Not for the first time in his life, Megatron felt insulted.
Moon: *cackling. CACKLING*
Zercon: -dies-
Rumi: Raf: My mom is scary, man D:
Moon: Poor weevil XD
Potential: "RAFAEL JORGE GONZALEZ ESQUIVEL! What is going on in here?!"
Rumi: "THERE WAS A WAR AND AND AND"
Toggs: ...what did I just come back to
Toggs: What is happening here
Roulette, Shockwave, Twister
For a femme that was possibly on the borderline thick side, Roulette could twist and contort herself into impossible positions when the situation called for it. And given that Shockwave's one free (and only) hand was groping for the vial she was hugging to her chasis, she'd damn well better be flexible. The good thing about the scientist was that his singular logic forced him to go after the prize with a narrow minded, rather unenthusiastic approach. He reached, she twisted, he groped empty air. Wash, rinse, repeat. This was likely to go on for several more minutes until the door to the lab opened behind them and the shrill shriek of Flatline cut through the silent lab. “What IS THIS??”
Potential: ROFLMAO XDD!!
Ren: Ahaha XD! -dies-
Zercon: 'GOD DAMNIT ARE YOU TWO AT IT AGAIN!?'
Bolo, Knockout, Fetch
Knockout didn't -do- pets. They were useless, time wasting diversions that ruined ones finish and generally made a nuisance of themselves. You could try to distract it with a few words or a game here and there but that never lasted long. The minute any peace was established, back it would come for more attention that chafed on a mech who thrived on being the center of attention. Hello, why else would his paint job be so eye catching? No, pets weren't for Knockout. How the Bots could stand to keep the humans around was a mystery. Oh, and the dog was really annoying too.
Thunder, Buffalo Dump, Drinking
Toggs: Thundercloud downed the last of his drink, cringing at the burn. He was pretty sure whatever was in that cube was corrosive. That would explain why the aftertaste reminded him of battery acid. Oh well, the taste might've been awful but at least the stuff had enough kick to it to allow him to tolerate the company he was forced to keep. Setting his empty cube on the counter, he turned to the mech in question and squinted, wondering if the mech was always that ugly. “Your turn, Trash-Mountain.”
Zercon: Trash mountain BAHA
Miko, Red Alert
Toggs: Miko really had no idea what she had done to tick off the robot Big Brother this time. Honestly, she didn't. All she knew was one minute she was telling Mrs. Darby how great her baking skills were (in between stuffing her face with fork-fulls of delicious pastry goodness), the next minute there was a loud clatter behind her as Red Alert dropped a datapad and hissed something under his breath she was gonna have to pretend she didn't hear.
Toggs: Then he shot her a weird look and stormed off, leaving her and Mrs. Darby to stare after him in confusion. “...What's that guy's problem?” She asked, before scooping herself another fork-full of cherry pie.
Moon: *SNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK*
Toggs: ROU HAS RUINED THAT WORD FOR HIM
Miko, Alti, Spirited
Zercon: Altruous really was not bothered by the task assigned to him. With the truce in full swing and so many being spread out to assault MECH at once, there was no one to look over the Children. Some looked at him skeptically as he volunteered for the task, perhaps knowing more than he did about what the tiny organics were capable of, and in a way he perhaps should have listened. But he did not mind.
Zercon: Watching them ((Particularly Miko)) playing games and squabbling over snacks reminded him of youth long dispersed.
Thunder, Dreadwing, Chicken
As aerial dogfights went, this one would have been spectacular...if either of the two had pulled away at the last moment. Instead, they both played chicken and neither had retreat in their vocabulary. The impact leveled a small forest under them and they crunched to the ground, both sides watching (and wincing) paused to try and figure out where one flyer began and the other ended.
Rumi: Ha. Wrote it. Go me.
Moon: Well, post it, you heathen.
Rumi: ......*bashful shuffle*
Moon: I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU WITH THE MOUSE.
Rumi: JESUS. FINE.
Housaphone: XD
Starscream, Zoom Zoom, Manicure
The resulting fight was severely one-sided on all accounts. Not only was Starscream much larger than ZZ, but nobody really wanted to provide backup for either of them. Which left the smaller mech scrambling across a fairly sizable rock meant to keep the seeker from getting his hands on him. Incredibly sharp talons raked down over the pock marked surface hard enough to produce sparks and damage the paint job on the hand.
“Hold still, you little pest!”
Housaphone: XD
Moon: XD! Sounds about right.
Optimus, June Darby, Shower
When Miss Darby was in a tizzy, everyone in the base suddenly found an oh-so-important job to do across the compound. It wasn't like they were scared of her or anything. These giant mechs who had faced down savage Decepticons all their lives. They just...had work to do away from the tiny, angry, nagging human woman. If anyone had bothered to caution her that Prime was busy, she probably wouldn't have barged in, ready to give him a earful about the dangers her son was facing at the hands of MECH. Instead, she got an eyeful of Prime in a luxurious stretch, his plates covered in solvent. It was hard to tell who was more was sheepish and awkward afterward. They certainly couldn't make eye contact for a good while afterward. And Red succinctly deleted that footage without ever so much as twitching at the monitor.
Ren: ...o.m.g.
Moon: *DYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYING*
Rumi: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ This is me trampling on the fandom
Zercon: WHAT DUID I COME BACK TO
Moon: Also, our lurkers seem to have multiplied XD
Housaphone: I can almost hear the Zer screeching at that drabble XD
Zercon: -eye twitchy-
Megatron, Raf, Report Card
The time of the truce was trying for everyone. Tension ran thick like molasses. MECH was an omnipresent threat attacking from every angle. Bots and Cons alike had fallen prey and lost team members to the menace. Even the human allies weren't safe. After a foiled kidnapping attempt, the kid's had haphazardly been brought to the sanctuary of the DMZ to avoid being a weakness. But all of this paled in comparison to the horror that Raf's life had spiraled into. He was staring at a C on his progress report and had given a bird cry of terror at the sight of the red mark.
“Raf, calm down. The leader of the Decepticons is standing in literal stepping distance and all you can freak out about is the stupid report card?!”
“Do you know what my mother is going to do to me?!” The pint sized runt ignored the larger than life threat glaring down (and down) at the trio. Not for the first time in his life, Megatron felt insulted.
Moon: *cackling. CACKLING*
Zercon: -dies-
Rumi: Raf: My mom is scary, man D:
Moon: Poor weevil XD
Potential: "RAFAEL JORGE GONZALEZ ESQUIVEL! What is going on in here?!"
Rumi: "THERE WAS A WAR AND AND AND"
Toggs: ...what did I just come back to
Toggs: What is happening here
Roulette, Shockwave, Twister
For a femme that was possibly on the borderline thick side, Roulette could twist and contort herself into impossible positions when the situation called for it. And given that Shockwave's one free (and only) hand was groping for the vial she was hugging to her chasis, she'd damn well better be flexible. The good thing about the scientist was that his singular logic forced him to go after the prize with a narrow minded, rather unenthusiastic approach. He reached, she twisted, he groped empty air. Wash, rinse, repeat. This was likely to go on for several more minutes until the door to the lab opened behind them and the shrill shriek of Flatline cut through the silent lab. “What IS THIS??”
Potential: ROFLMAO XDD!!
Ren: Ahaha XD! -dies-
Zercon: 'GOD DAMNIT ARE YOU TWO AT IT AGAIN!?'
Bolo, Knockout, Fetch
Knockout didn't -do- pets. They were useless, time wasting diversions that ruined ones finish and generally made a nuisance of themselves. You could try to distract it with a few words or a game here and there but that never lasted long. The minute any peace was established, back it would come for more attention that chafed on a mech who thrived on being the center of attention. Hello, why else would his paint job be so eye catching? No, pets weren't for Knockout. How the Bots could stand to keep the humans around was a mystery. Oh, and the dog was really annoying too.
Thunder, Buffalo Dump, Drinking
Toggs: Thundercloud downed the last of his drink, cringing at the burn. He was pretty sure whatever was in that cube was corrosive. That would explain why the aftertaste reminded him of battery acid. Oh well, the taste might've been awful but at least the stuff had enough kick to it to allow him to tolerate the company he was forced to keep. Setting his empty cube on the counter, he turned to the mech in question and squinted, wondering if the mech was always that ugly. “Your turn, Trash-Mountain.”
Zercon: Trash mountain BAHA
Miko, Red Alert
Toggs: Miko really had no idea what she had done to tick off the robot Big Brother this time. Honestly, she didn't. All she knew was one minute she was telling Mrs. Darby how great her baking skills were (in between stuffing her face with fork-fulls of delicious pastry goodness), the next minute there was a loud clatter behind her as Red Alert dropped a datapad and hissed something under his breath she was gonna have to pretend she didn't hear.
Toggs: Then he shot her a weird look and stormed off, leaving her and Mrs. Darby to stare after him in confusion. “...What's that guy's problem?” She asked, before scooping herself another fork-full of cherry pie.
Moon: *SNRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK*
Toggs: ROU HAS RUINED THAT WORD FOR HIM
Miko, Alti, Spirited
Zercon: Altruous really was not bothered by the task assigned to him. With the truce in full swing and so many being spread out to assault MECH at once, there was no one to look over the Children. Some looked at him skeptically as he volunteered for the task, perhaps knowing more than he did about what the tiny organics were capable of, and in a way he perhaps should have listened. But he did not mind.
Zercon: Watching them ((Particularly Miko)) playing games and squabbling over snacks reminded him of youth long dispersed.
Thunder, Dreadwing, Chicken
As aerial dogfights went, this one would have been spectacular...if either of the two had pulled away at the last moment. Instead, they both played chicken and neither had retreat in their vocabulary. The impact leveled a small forest under them and they crunched to the ground, both sides watching (and wincing) paused to try and figure out where one flyer began and the other ended.