... Crack bunny has my soul. Send help.
Jan. 31st, 2009 03:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ante_luceBunny from I have no idea where. I can't find it again, and I'm beginning to think my memory of seeing it was but an illusion, a fever dream brought on by the- *bricked*
Seriously, if someone could point me to the bunny (if it exists... *edges away from Brick of Quit-the-dramatics*), I'd be much obliged.
Bunny details: the science/medic mechs of both factions plot to distract or otherwise get the other mechs out of the way so that they can sneak out to the other side's base for a ~insert sciency type show here~ marathon.
Bunny may also be rabid, because I'm definitely showing signs of being off my rocker (Read the fic, you'll know what I mean).
Edit:
Bunny has been found! Thanks![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coriopsis!
It's #8 on the list
Title: The Importance of Proper Planning
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
“So, how are we set up for marathon night?”
“Technically, we’re watching a series of short 60 minute recordings of the humans, carrying out entertaining tasks, with little continuity between the episodes apart from the reoccurrence of the characters. Not running a marathon.”
“I am going to assume you’re ‘taking the piss’.”
“And I will say that you are no fun at all.”
“Gentlemechs, we haven’t answered the question. Are all the bots who need to be out of the way, indeed out of the way?”
“I believe so.”
“Oh?”
“I have a list here.”
“Right. I’ll just rattle off names then. The big ones first. Red Alert?”
“I might have accidentally mentioned something about stress sending bots into early shutdown around Inferno, and expressed some concern for a certain high strung Lamborghini. He’s shanghaied our security director on a ‘personal day’.”
“Optimus ?”
“Same technique, different bots. I called Elita-1. In fact, any mech with a femme is similarly occupied.”
“Welp, that takes care of Ironhide and… a rather depressingly small number of mechs on this list. Megatron?”
“Elita-1 and the femmes hijacked the space bridge to get here. Megatron is busy sulking over the fact that Shockwave got his aft handed to him by the femmes. Again.”
“That reminds me. Soundwave?”
“Consoling Shockwave.”
“Consoling, ‘consoling’ or consoling?”
“Don’t know, don’t want to know.”
“Consoling.”
“…”
“What?”
“Never mind. Seekers.”
“Being grounded for a fortnight for ‘weather reasons’ has driven them stir crazy.”
“You can tell the difference?”
“Hush. They’re off joy flying, dashing about like younglings after their first overloads.”
“Hah. Told you those sensor tweaking devices would come in handy.”
“We didn’t use them.”
“Huh?”
“It was easier to get Starscream and Soundwave to modify the readouts. They were pretty agreeable when they heard what we were planning for Shockwave.”
“For completely different reasons, I dare say.”
“You can use them another time. I’ll even un-fritz Red Alert, once, mind you, if the wonky readings crash him.”
“Alright. The Constructicons.”
“Scrapper, Bonecrusher, Scavenger and Long Haul were sent out to ‘forage for materials’. Not expected to be back any time soon, the Stunticons went with them.”
“With any luck, they won’t return at all.”
“We can dream. Combaticons.”
“Swindle’s chasing a ‘deal’. The rest are chasing after him.”
“They’ve never quite gotten over the whole ‘sold my personality component’ thing, have they.”
“No, no they haven’t. Aerialbots.”
“Watching the seekers and taking notes. Should we be concerned?”
“As long as they don’t fragging flood my audios with how good the slaggers are with their wings or thrusters or hands, I don’t care.”
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“Just had a thought. We may never win this war, because there's too much fraternization with the enemy.”
“Ain’t that the truth. Protectobots.”
“Keeping an eye on the Combaticons.”
“Blaster.”
“Apparently, some big music concert is taking place the next city over.”
“Jazz went with him, then.”
“Yup. Best case scenario. If any mech would have figured us out, it’d’ve been those two.”
“Yeah, what with their fondness for human culture and all. Plus, Jazz is head of Ops.”
“I'm not so sure we got away with it regarding Jazz either. But if he's willing to let it slide, all the better for us. Speaking of the Ops mechs, Mirage?”
“Out with Hound and Trailbreaker. ‘Personal day’.”
“Huh. How did that happen?”
“A serendipitous occurrence wherein our resident hologram specialist and nature aficionado came across some datapads I had lying out on some interesting geological formations I observed while Skyfire was flying us back from one of our innumerable conflicts with the Decepticons. Apparently, he was intrigued enough to seek them out to make observations of his own, and wanted the other two with him to ‘share the experience’.”
“I’d better not be hammering dents out of their chassis when they return.”
“I made sure to note several level and relatively lesser rock-strewn or otherwise vegetation covered areas on the datapads.”
“Thank you. Now I’ll just have to pull grass out of their afts.”
“I think they’d rather handle that on their own.”
“Can you blame them? Bedside manner notwithstanding, it’s pretty much the perfect excuse to go cop a feel.”
“Ahem. Moving on. Bumblebee.”
“Out running errands with Spike and Carly. The wedding’s coming up.”
“… Maybe we should have invited him?”
“Then Spike would have wanted to come too. And the kid’s nice, but he can’t keep his lip plates sealed.”
“Right. And the rest of the minibots?”
“Helping them. Cosmo is coordinating.”
“Oy… I don’t envy them. Bluestreak.”
“Sunstreaker caught a little explosion when walking by my lab. Messy, but he was unhurt, except for his paint job.”
“And unfortunately, we were out of his paint colour.”
“So he and his twin are out scouring the town for it?”
“Yeah, Tracks went along to mock Sunstreaker. Blue’ was sent along to keep them out of trouble.”
“… Yeah. Like that’ll work.”
“Got them out, good enough. Don’t complain. Smokescreen?”
“Chasing after Swindle’s ‘deal’.”
“Wow. Two birds with one stone.”
“And I didn’t even have to plan anything special. He just took off, all on his own.”
“Heh. Dinobots.”
“Football practice.”
“With?”
“Omega Supreme.”
“… That poor field.”
“I know. Anyway, on to more important things. Did we leave anyone out?”
“Eh. We’ve covered the main concerns, I think.”
“Wait. Prowl.”
“Mech, who do you think helped plan everything? His only condition was that we not get any ideas.”
“What?!”
“Well, having him remain in the Ark was the only reason Red Alert and Optimus left, though they didn’t know he’d be the only one. And from what I hear, he’s looking forward to the peace and quiet. Wouldn’t you?”
“Okay, you have a point.”
“So, everything’s set? We have the energon goodies and the DVDs?”
“Everything’s set.”
“Great. Mythbusters marathon at the Decepticons' base is a go!”
“…”
“Yes, I do watch too much TV.”
Seriously, if someone could point me to the bunny (if it exists... *edges away from Brick of Quit-the-dramatics*), I'd be much obliged.
Bunny details: the science/medic mechs of both factions plot to distract or otherwise get the other mechs out of the way so that they can sneak out to the other side's base for a ~insert sciency type show here~ marathon.
Bunny may also be rabid, because I'm definitely showing signs of being off my rocker (Read the fic, you'll know what I mean).
Edit:
Bunny has been found! Thanks
coriopsis!It's #8 on the list
Title: The Importance of Proper Planning
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
“So, how are we set up for marathon night?”
“Technically, we’re watching a series of short 60 minute recordings of the humans, carrying out entertaining tasks, with little continuity between the episodes apart from the reoccurrence of the characters. Not running a marathon.”
“I am going to assume you’re ‘taking the piss’.”
“And I will say that you are no fun at all.”
“Gentlemechs, we haven’t answered the question. Are all the bots who need to be out of the way, indeed out of the way?”
“I believe so.”
“Oh?”
“I have a list here.”
“Right. I’ll just rattle off names then. The big ones first. Red Alert?”
“I might have accidentally mentioned something about stress sending bots into early shutdown around Inferno, and expressed some concern for a certain high strung Lamborghini. He’s shanghaied our security director on a ‘personal day’.”
“Optimus ?”
“Same technique, different bots. I called Elita-1. In fact, any mech with a femme is similarly occupied.”
“Welp, that takes care of Ironhide and… a rather depressingly small number of mechs on this list. Megatron?”
“Elita-1 and the femmes hijacked the space bridge to get here. Megatron is busy sulking over the fact that Shockwave got his aft handed to him by the femmes. Again.”
“That reminds me. Soundwave?”
“Consoling Shockwave.”
“Consoling, ‘consoling’ or consoling?”
“Don’t know, don’t want to know.”
“Consoling.”
“…”
“What?”
“Never mind. Seekers.”
“Being grounded for a fortnight for ‘weather reasons’ has driven them stir crazy.”
“You can tell the difference?”
“Hush. They’re off joy flying, dashing about like younglings after their first overloads.”
“Hah. Told you those sensor tweaking devices would come in handy.”
“We didn’t use them.”
“Huh?”
“It was easier to get Starscream and Soundwave to modify the readouts. They were pretty agreeable when they heard what we were planning for Shockwave.”
“For completely different reasons, I dare say.”
“You can use them another time. I’ll even un-fritz Red Alert, once, mind you, if the wonky readings crash him.”
“Alright. The Constructicons.”
“Scrapper, Bonecrusher, Scavenger and Long Haul were sent out to ‘forage for materials’. Not expected to be back any time soon, the Stunticons went with them.”
“With any luck, they won’t return at all.”
“We can dream. Combaticons.”
“Swindle’s chasing a ‘deal’. The rest are chasing after him.”
“They’ve never quite gotten over the whole ‘sold my personality component’ thing, have they.”
“No, no they haven’t. Aerialbots.”
“Watching the seekers and taking notes. Should we be concerned?”
“As long as they don’t fragging flood my audios with how good the slaggers are with their wings or thrusters or hands, I don’t care.”
“Hmm.”
“What?”
“Just had a thought. We may never win this war, because there's too much fraternization with the enemy.”
“Ain’t that the truth. Protectobots.”
“Keeping an eye on the Combaticons.”
“Blaster.”
“Apparently, some big music concert is taking place the next city over.”
“Jazz went with him, then.”
“Yup. Best case scenario. If any mech would have figured us out, it’d’ve been those two.”
“Yeah, what with their fondness for human culture and all. Plus, Jazz is head of Ops.”
“I'm not so sure we got away with it regarding Jazz either. But if he's willing to let it slide, all the better for us. Speaking of the Ops mechs, Mirage?”
“Out with Hound and Trailbreaker. ‘Personal day’.”
“Huh. How did that happen?”
“A serendipitous occurrence wherein our resident hologram specialist and nature aficionado came across some datapads I had lying out on some interesting geological formations I observed while Skyfire was flying us back from one of our innumerable conflicts with the Decepticons. Apparently, he was intrigued enough to seek them out to make observations of his own, and wanted the other two with him to ‘share the experience’.”
“I’d better not be hammering dents out of their chassis when they return.”
“I made sure to note several level and relatively lesser rock-strewn or otherwise vegetation covered areas on the datapads.”
“Thank you. Now I’ll just have to pull grass out of their afts.”
“I think they’d rather handle that on their own.”
“Can you blame them? Bedside manner notwithstanding, it’s pretty much the perfect excuse to go cop a feel.”
“Ahem. Moving on. Bumblebee.”
“Out running errands with Spike and Carly. The wedding’s coming up.”
“… Maybe we should have invited him?”
“Then Spike would have wanted to come too. And the kid’s nice, but he can’t keep his lip plates sealed.”
“Right. And the rest of the minibots?”
“Helping them. Cosmo is coordinating.”
“Oy… I don’t envy them. Bluestreak.”
“Sunstreaker caught a little explosion when walking by my lab. Messy, but he was unhurt, except for his paint job.”
“And unfortunately, we were out of his paint colour.”
“So he and his twin are out scouring the town for it?”
“Yeah, Tracks went along to mock Sunstreaker. Blue’ was sent along to keep them out of trouble.”
“… Yeah. Like that’ll work.”
“Got them out, good enough. Don’t complain. Smokescreen?”
“Chasing after Swindle’s ‘deal’.”
“Wow. Two birds with one stone.”
“And I didn’t even have to plan anything special. He just took off, all on his own.”
“Heh. Dinobots.”
“Football practice.”
“With?”
“Omega Supreme.”
“… That poor field.”
“I know. Anyway, on to more important things. Did we leave anyone out?”
“Eh. We’ve covered the main concerns, I think.”
“Wait. Prowl.”
“Mech, who do you think helped plan everything? His only condition was that we not get any ideas.”
“What?!”
“Well, having him remain in the Ark was the only reason Red Alert and Optimus left, though they didn’t know he’d be the only one. And from what I hear, he’s looking forward to the peace and quiet. Wouldn’t you?”
“Okay, you have a point.”
“So, everything’s set? We have the energon goodies and the DVDs?”
“Everything’s set.”
“Great. Mythbusters marathon at the Decepticons' base is a go!”
“…”
“Yes, I do watch too much TV.”
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:56 pm (UTC)To put your mind at ease, I'm pretty sure I saw this crackbunny at the TF Bunny Farm.
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 08:23 pm (UTC)Bunny is #8 here: http://community.livejournal.com/tf_bunny_farm/143114.html#cutid1
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 10:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 08:24 pm (UTC)teee heee.... I knew Ratchet was there... then Jack... who else?
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-31 06:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 08:25 pm (UTC)and this was delightful. was giggling at the end.
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 08:35 pm (UTC)TAKE CARE!!
Misao-CG
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 11:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-31 06:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 11:37 pm (UTC)I kept waiting to see what they did to 'distract' Prowl... XD
Why do I now picture Prowl being all smug while he enjoys his silent and event free evening? XP
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Date: 2009-01-31 06:18 am (UTC)Day 5...
Date: 2009-01-31 12:16 am (UTC)I Prowl, see all, know all. Come, gentlemechs, and learn for fortune *flees the irritated Datsun*
Ai...
Date: 2009-01-31 06:35 am (UTC)Is it bad that I am eagerly anticipating Thursday because the forcast is 35deg?
Date: 2009-02-01 09:09 am (UTC)Ratchet: Prowl? I wish for a totally peaceful 24 hours so us sciencemechs can watch Mythbusters
Prowl: Wish granted.
*flees the Datsun*
It's perfectly understandable *patpat* Hopefully, the heat wave will end soon.
Date: 2009-02-01 12:17 pm (UTC)Prowl:*grabs hold of Jazz's helm and gives it a bit of a shake*
Jazz: @w@ Whoa! *magic 8 ball type reading shows up on visor*
Prowl: Hmm. 'Outlook good'...
*flees the Porsche*
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Date: 2009-01-31 12:52 am (UTC)And this one? It's fantastic and funny and I love the way you wrote it.
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Date: 2009-01-31 06:37 am (UTC)Glad you liked ^_^
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Date: 2009-01-31 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-31 06:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-31 04:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-01 06:08 am (UTC)Just between you and me, I have no idea who's saying what half the time either.
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Date: 2009-02-02 02:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-02 12:12 pm (UTC)*wants to join the Mythbusters marathon* I missed so many episodes last year ;_;