hadriel_logs | Event Log: Is It a Wonderful Life?

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Event Log: Is It a Wonderful Life?

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Is It A Wonderful Life? event
Where: All over the city
When: Jan 4th-8th
Warnings: None

Throughout the next few days, you may find yourself plagued by visions and dreams of back home. The dreams will be lifelike and difficult to tell apart from reality, as the world will be constructed from what you remember of your world. However, unlike usual dreams, you won't be present, and will find yourself unable to be seen or heard by those around you.

The dreams are vivid reminders of what might happen in a world without you: a world in which you disappeared when coming to Hadriel, a world which desperately needs you back for some reason or another. You may see your parents putting up missing posters, your significant other moving onto their next relationship, or even your hated villain finally taking over the world without you there to stop them.

When the vision leaves, you're back here and nothing about the city has changed. Though maybe you have a different outlook on it now...

► This log covers January 4th-Januray 8th.
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[ Like most Cybertronians stationed on Earth, Knock Out had downloaded a database on major Earth languages some time ago, but he hadn't really had the occasion to access the file until now. It takes him a moment to replay it back through and figure out what was said. ]

Stop, stop that! For Primus' sake, I'll put it away if it's going to bother you that much!

[ He scrubs at his eyes. ]

It's [ the tears slow ] not you.

[ It's him. ]

[ If Donut was hoping for a sympathetic ear, he's possibly come to the wrong mech. But at least when he stops crying, or at least making the effort to do so, Knock Out's relieved. Pit, humans are so leaky all the time. ]

Well it feels a lot like me when you do that.

[ He surveys his work on the prod, then transforms the microwelder back to a long sharp finger. ]

These... hallucinations... have everyone on edge lately.

[ He's scrubbing at his eyes to get rid of the last tears. He's trying very hard not to cry again but he's got a weak constitution when it comes to problems of the heart. ]

Can I sit next to you?

[ Scrap, this one's basically a sparkling in an adult body. Primus save him. ]

Only if you don't keep crying. And you don't call me "Lopez" again. My name is Knock Out.

[ He closes the casing on the energon prod and fires it up - bright blue static energy dances around the tip for a moment, then sparks and fizzles out. The medic mutters a curse and opens the casing up again. ]

I'll try.

[ He sniffs as he moves to sit beside him on the ground. ]

Thank you, Mr. Knock Out.

Is that your wrestler name?

[ He's trying to make conversation so the tears don't come back. 50/50 chance it'll work. ]

[ Absently, and still grumbling about the incomplete fix, he corrects: ] Doctor, if you want to use titles. My.. what?? No, it's my name.

[ He gestures to himself with exaggerated effort. ]

In case you were slow to notice, I'm not human. My name's perfectly normal.

Doctor Knock Out? Is that because you knock people out?

[ ... like a wrestler.

He looks at him, not quite sure what he's getting at. ]

What does that have to do with anything. You don't have to be human to have a human name. I mean, you don't name yourself. Who named you?

In point of fact I did choose my own name.

[ He sounds a little miffed that Donut doesn't seem to believe him. ]

It's not uncommon for us to name ourselves, actually. But sometimes you can also be given a name by a superior, especially if you're cold-constructed.

"Knock Out" is its closest analogy in human language.

[ Then he says something that sounds like beeps and whirrs, finishing back in English with: ]

Is actually my name.

[ He wipes at his eyes, not quite feeling the heavy weight of depression anymore. ]

Who's us?

[ His brow furrow. ]

That sounds like an alien language. Do you have a dictionary?

Cybertronians. There are two here, myself and Starscream.

That's precisely what it is.

[ The request for a dictionary gives him pause. ]

I could package together a file for it, but I don't know how capable you'd be of producing some of the sounds. There's a couple of written languages to do with it, as well.

Starscream also sounds like a wrestler name.

[ Just FYI. ]

I haven't heard of Cybertronians before. Are you part of the Covenant too? Do you know Sangheili's? One of my best friends here was an Ambassador with them because he spawned a bastard from a dad who ditched him after he knocked him up.

[ He tilts his head. ]

Hey! I'm plenty capable. I once learned how to braid after watching it on Metube. I'm a pretty good singer too, so I'm sure I can produce any kind of sound you want.

[ Knock Out's got a wicked gleam in his optics. ]

If you think it does, perhaps you should tell him that. In person, preferably.

[ He doesn't recognize any of those names, but he can sure pick up a juicy gossip story when he hears one. ]

Tell me, how did that go over with the other Ambassadors?

Fine, fine, I'll give you a starter pack of simple phrases.

Really? [ He's way too social not to do this. ] Do you think he's the Macho Libre type or World Wrestling Federation type? What's his number?

[ Because he's so going to ask him. ]

[ He shrugs. ]

Dunno. I kind of passed out from dehydration during that whole sand arc. Why don't you ask him. He's here. His names Tucker. He's the guy in teal armor who likes to play with pipes. I think he was a plumber before he joined the army.

[ He shrugs, feeling more like his regular self now. ]

Really! How do you say [ he clears his throat ] -'Eres un luchador?'

[ translation: Are you a wrestler? ]

Oh, certainly the first. You can't miss him if you see him around here, he's a little taller than myself, excellent wings. Not as nice a finish as mine, but not shabby either.

From dehydration? Did you cry yourself dry?

[ Knock Out's sense of humour is, as always, more than a little on the cutting side. He considers the phrase for a moment, then replies with a new set of words in common Cybertronian; true to his word, some of them are going to be a challenge to reproduce, but it's a short enough phrase that Donut can probably get by with it. ]

Go on, give it a try.

Oh! Does that mean he can fly! Maybe I can ride him! You think he'd let me!!! I always wanted to ride a wrestler!

[ He shakes his head. ]

Do you know there's hardly any water in deserts?! Well, let me tell you! There's not! I was so tired and thirsty, I started seeing things. I guess it's true what they say, a desert rose doesn't survive for long on hot sand.

[ Donut that's not a saying! ]

Is that-- [ His brows crease as he tries to catch the sound. ]

How did you say the first part again? Chasssik brudda ghaaaa-ah?

He can indeed, and he's quite proud of it. Ask him about being an Air Commander if you really want to strap in for a tale.

[ Donut actually manages a decent first pass at the phrase, so Knock Out repeats it again, slower. ]

Not bad, for a human.

An Air Commander, huh. Does that mean he rules the sky?

[ A gasp, eyes twinkling in surprise. ]

Like a Dragon?!

[ He smiles, so very happy with that compliment. ]

Thanks, Mister!

[ At least Donut seemed happier now than before. Knock Out hadn't even been aiming for that outcome particularly, but he wasn't about to knock it. ]

You're welcome. Is that all?

That about covers it for now.

[ He stands to leave. ]

Thanks for letting me sit by your side.

[ He waves at him as he heads off, heart much more happier than before. ]

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