Does this count as a Meme? Probably not but who cares!?

[changelingdude.livejournal.com]

Indecisive Meme!

So! Al has a problem and I'm sure many of you share the same problem.

So many muses to pick from, only one spot to app with!

And so here's the game

1. Post with a muse you have that you've been curious about bringing to Trans, maybe set up a scene if you feel perky.
2. Get tags from the current muses of Trans_9!
3. Or get tags from muses who will be joining Trans_9 soon!
4. Or maybe tag around with your potential muse in other musethreads.
5. ???
6. Cake!
7.There is no cake

Comments

Re: Cheetor | Transformers: Beast Machines

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

Good day, Cheetor. There is now, next to the cybernetic cheetah, a terrified middle-aged woman pressed against a tree, considering whether or not to mace the damn thing after she nearly tripped into it on her relaxing stroll. Maybe if she doesn't move, it'll just...go away....

Or maybe she should just mace it.

She does.

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

Cheetor has stirred from his being a lazy-ass cat to curiously peer at the freaking-out woman. He was going to say something, but then OH DEAR GOD OW THAT BURNS OW OW OW. The catbot yelps and recoils, shaking his head and sputtering--geeze, it's in his nose too.

"OW! Geeze, lady, what's the deal?! I didn't do anything to you!"

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

Well, now that the giant robo-cat is talking, Marie's just freaking out more. And smacking at Cheetor with her bare hands, because if she's anything, she's feisty and completely lacking in common sense. "What the hell are you?"

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

Well, that much is obvious to him! Cheetor opts to turn and run off, though he'll not go far, and jump up on a large rock to put some distance between himself and the crazy lady. "I'm a Cybertronian!"

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

Marie has no idea what that is, but it sounds like a dinosaur. "Those aren't even real!" she sputters.

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

Cheetor sputters indignantly, and bats at his eyes and face. That stuff still stings...!

Time to gather his wits, though - he draws a calming breath, then transforms to robot mode - at least these eyes and nose aren't on fire. He crouches down on top of the rock, then raps his knuckles against his chest. "I'm pretty sure I'm real - I'm here, you tripped over me, and I sure as anything felt that slaggin' stuff you sprayed in my face!"

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

Oh great now he's turning into a robot WHAT IS HER LIFE

Marie grabs her car keys out of her purse (very considerate of Stacy to bring those with her!) and holds the house key in her fist like a very small and unintimidating blade. She swallows and fixes Cheetor with an obviously freaked-out but surprisingly stubborn glare. "If you lay a finger on me, my husband works for the federal government!"

...back on her Earth. Which is not here. Well.

Maybe she should have thought this through.

This is cracking me up so much, you have no idea.

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

Face, meet palm.

A heavy, heavy sigh leaves the Maximal, and he raises his hands in a blocking, please-quit-freaking-out gesture. "Lady. I don't have any intentions of hurting you, alright? I wasn't doing anything but taking a nap in the grass when you showed up and promptly wigged out. I don't know what your malfunction is, but I'm one of the good guys, alright? I've got no intentions of harming you."

I'm glad! I've been having snickering fits over here, too. XD

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

She takes a deep breath, grits her teeth, and although her face is still shock-white, she lowers the car keys.

"Alright. I'll just...assume you're telling me the truth, so I'll repeat it again. What are you, and don't use that Cyberconian excuse. That sounds like something people would use to stuff their bras."

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

Oh geeze, this lady was a strain on his patience subroutines...

"Cybertronian. As in someone from the planet Cybertron. Or in more basic ways of putting it, I'm an alien."

A pause.

"What's a 'bra'?"

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

Marie is so unamused. Of course the creepy cat thing focused on her offhand comment about bras. "I'm the one asking the questions here, mister Cybertronian."

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

"Alright, alright..." His hands come up again, trying to make himself seem as peaceful as possible. "I've got a name, though - Cheetor."

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

"Cheater? That just figures. You're not getting my name out of me, buster. Not until you give me some details beyond you coming down in your spaceship from Cyberland or whatever."

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

By the Allspark, this lady is intent on painting him as a bad guy.

"Cheetor. And...well, what do you want to know, lady? I woke up here in the crazy goo-pods like everybody else."

[spiter-woman.livejournal.com]

"Oh? Then why aren't you rusted?"

Yeah. That's right. Try worming your way out of that airtight logic, buster!

[slicendicekitty.livejournal.com]

...that was a good question, actually. Cheetor looks baffled for a moment, then just shrugs. "I... Honestly don't know that one, lady. Granted, I'm not questioning it, 'cause that stuff's really itchy. Last thing I want is a rust rash."