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The reason the alarm (also known as her cellphone) had been carefully placed across the room was so Thayle would be forced to actually get up out of bed to turn it off. It was either that or suffer the warbling upbeat tune of The Bangles so hellishly early in the morning.
Struggling to pull her brain out of its shroud of cobwebs, Thayle rolled over and yelped when something jabbed her neck. Something pointy and ... plastic.
Thrust. She groaned as the small jet stirred and burrowed closer to her neck. With a sigh, she fumbled to untangle him from her hair despite the Seeker's sleepy protests. She never knew when any of the apartment's smaller denizens would decide her pillow-space was up for grabs in the middle of the night, but Thrust in particular seemed to lay a persistent claim to it. He was not usually the sharing type, but he could be very generous about his sharp angles and pointy appendages.
Laying the snoozing Seeker back onto her pillow, Thayle fought down a
Halloween For RealIt was Halloween. A night so special, you have to smile every time you see a youngling wearing a costume and painstakingly dragging their parents with them, door to door, to any houses available. Those houses hand out sweets and other items those children crave and desire. But what is sweeter then candy to the elders? The delicious sounds erupting from the depths of ones very soul? Full of so much meaning it brings a serene smile to your face?More Like This
Yes, they are called screams. The very key to a haunted houses success. The idea of fear striking one beings heart sends pleasurable chills down the makers and bystanders spines. Oh, the very thought of it made a certain group of friends grin wickedly as they entered the lobby of the Academy, or should I say, 'Insane Asylum'? They walked up to the desk and payed the entry fee which cost about 5 dollers, give or take, then headed on toward the line of mechs and femmes all talking in anxious and verified excitement. All of them looked as giddy as a
Traffic reportsThe base was empty as every member of the crew was doing something. Ratchet and Prime were doing odd jobs around the city, Bulkhead and Sari were working on Bulkhead's painting skills and Jazz was watching the humans, hoping to learn a few human customs and a little more about their culture.More Like This
The screeching of tires meant the arrival of Prowl and Bumblebee from their trip back home from Dinobot Island.
Moaning also meant the arrival of Bumblebee's mouth.
"Ughhhh. Worst. Trip. Ever." Complained Bumblebee. "It wasn't that bad." Commented Prowl. "Ugh, yeahhhh, it was." Groaned Bumblebee. "I thought that Dinobot Island was pretty peaceful, for once." Stated Prowl. "Yeah. Well you would, nature boy. And anyway, I'm not talking about the pwitty wood." Moaned a sarcastic Bumblebee. "I'm talking about the drive back here! Sucked!" Prowl hesitated a moment to think. "I guess it did..." "Huh. As in the left turn onto the righ