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Hi, everyone! My name is Riptide, and welcome to what I, personally, have come to lovingly call Jack-- er... to be named!
[he's speaking very quietly, despite the enthusiasm and astute viewers may note that he's in the observation deck, crouched in a corner.]
Today's episode is focused on how long I can record Tailgate and Megatron doing something embarrassing before they notice! You'd be surprised how often this happens, despite the weird weary old man image Megatron has going. Anyway, let's see...
[the camera angle is skewed slightly as he leans over out from his little hiding place. it doesn't take too long to refocus on the odd pair sitting a little way across the deck and level out.]
Oh!
[Tailgate canāt suppress a giggle as his hands tingle.]
That tickles!
[How they came to be here is anyoneās guess, but the feed opens up to Tailgate and Megatron on the observation deck. This in itself isnāt particularly interesting or unusual, but what stands out is that they seem to be holding hands. Their sheer size difference, Megatron being the great dane to Tailgateās chihuahua, makes this setup a little awkward. Even while crouching, Megatron completely dwarfs Tailgate in every way possible. However, Tailgate doesnāt seem to mind.]
Did that sayā¦ umā¦ The Lost Light isā¦ no I lost it.
Landing. The word is landing. The verbs tend to feel like this-
[His fingers, interlaced with Tailgateās, shift slightly, lightly pushing on the small wrist of the Autobotās hand to repeat the word. He then begins to repeat the sentence contained within the gesture.]
Landing on....
[His thumbs move over, the right hand shifting to a position nearly enclosing Tailgateās hand entirely. His movements are slow and deliberate. Even someone Tailgateās size was easier to speak hand with than Ravageās paws, but since the Autobot was learning, he exaggerated each word.]
Landing onā¦ Cybertron! Er, right?
Okay, now itās my turn. Hmm...
[His brow furrows with concentration. This isnāt the first time Tailgateās done this sort of thing, he used to do it with Getaway from time to time, but he finds it a little harder with Megatronās hands so enormously big. Though unseen by the camera, Tailgate shifts his hands and fingers so he can, haltingly, send his own message.
You are my fusspot.
And with that he beams up at Megatron, obviously pleased with himself.]
Did I get that right? I hope I said that you were my friend and not that you were my most hated enemy or something. Though, I guess as an Autobot thatās technically true.
[The tug at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggest otherwise. If Tailgate pays attention enough - he may notice he almost prompted a smile.]
No, you would save that word for someone you find moreā¦ irritating. This is what you want.
[His hands shift again. The motions were nearly identical - save for the last word - which he corrects.]
Ah! Friendship tickles.
[Tailgate focuses on that word, memorising everything about it. It is, after all, the most important word in his vocabulary. He repeats it back to Megatron again, properly this time.]
[Megatronās hands stop. The ease from his face leaves as something catches his attention, mouth narrowing into a thin frown. He looks up directly at the camera.]
...Ah.
[listen hard enough and you'll pinpoint the exact moment riptide accepts his death.]
[he's speaking very quietly, despite the enthusiasm and astute viewers may note that he's in the observation deck, crouched in a corner.]
Today's episode is focused on how long I can record Tailgate and Megatron doing something embarrassing before they notice! You'd be surprised how often this happens, despite the weird weary old man image Megatron has going. Anyway, let's see...
[the camera angle is skewed slightly as he leans over out from his little hiding place. it doesn't take too long to refocus on the odd pair sitting a little way across the deck and level out.]
Oh!
[Tailgate canāt suppress a giggle as his hands tingle.]
That tickles!
[How they came to be here is anyoneās guess, but the feed opens up to Tailgate and Megatron on the observation deck. This in itself isnāt particularly interesting or unusual, but what stands out is that they seem to be holding hands. Their sheer size difference, Megatron being the great dane to Tailgateās chihuahua, makes this setup a little awkward. Even while crouching, Megatron completely dwarfs Tailgate in every way possible. However, Tailgate doesnāt seem to mind.]
Did that sayā¦ umā¦ The Lost Light isā¦ no I lost it.
Landing. The word is landing. The verbs tend to feel like this-
[His fingers, interlaced with Tailgateās, shift slightly, lightly pushing on the small wrist of the Autobotās hand to repeat the word. He then begins to repeat the sentence contained within the gesture.]
Landing on....
[His thumbs move over, the right hand shifting to a position nearly enclosing Tailgateās hand entirely. His movements are slow and deliberate. Even someone Tailgateās size was easier to speak hand with than Ravageās paws, but since the Autobot was learning, he exaggerated each word.]
Landing onā¦ Cybertron! Er, right?
Okay, now itās my turn. Hmm...
[His brow furrows with concentration. This isnāt the first time Tailgateās done this sort of thing, he used to do it with Getaway from time to time, but he finds it a little harder with Megatronās hands so enormously big. Though unseen by the camera, Tailgate shifts his hands and fingers so he can, haltingly, send his own message.
You are my fusspot.
And with that he beams up at Megatron, obviously pleased with himself.]
Did I get that right? I hope I said that you were my friend and not that you were my most hated enemy or something. Though, I guess as an Autobot thatās technically true.
[The tug at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggest otherwise. If Tailgate pays attention enough - he may notice he almost prompted a smile.]
No, you would save that word for someone you find moreā¦ irritating. This is what you want.
[His hands shift again. The motions were nearly identical - save for the last word - which he corrects.]
Ah! Friendship tickles.
[Tailgate focuses on that word, memorising everything about it. It is, after all, the most important word in his vocabulary. He repeats it back to Megatron again, properly this time.]
[Megatronās hands stop. The ease from his face leaves as something catches his attention, mouth narrowing into a thin frown. He looks up directly at the camera.]
...Ah.
[listen hard enough and you'll pinpoint the exact moment riptide accepts his death.]
Re: video;
video;
Re: video;
[he holds a hand up, thumb pressing into the centre of his palm.]
The thumbs block off part of your hand and their hands, stopping them from replying properly. [a pause.] Well, at least until they get bored and deck you for being a pretentious weirdo.
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So you are aware of etiquette. I had thought otherwise. [ Effortless disapproval, but not without a hint of mercy ā Obi-Wan has learned better of himself than to hold that back. ]
Are you making a habit of filming others without their knowledge or consent?
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[when robots are stupid and hard to kill, they get up to all sorts of shenanigans.]
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I'm responsible for language education on board the ship, as you might know. I thought you might be interested in teaching a class.
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[whine grump]
... I mean, the size thing might make it hard. Can humans do electric pulses in their hands? [a beat.] Can humans... survive electric pulses in their hands?
Um. That aside, I don't think I'm really teaching material. Maybe ask Megatron? He's better at that stuff.
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I didn't necessarily intend to suggest that your students be human, or at you would have to make it interactive. I was envisioning something more informational. What to recognize, how communication differs vastly between cultures, that sort of thing.
[ He won't even address the rest. He asked Riptide for a reason, of course. If he'd wanted to ask Megatron, he would have. ]
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[why are feelings so hard??? riptide hopes the emphasis will at least get him to realise that it's a sore topic.]
Megatron is better. He taught classes on the ship I was on before this one!
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I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to do, Riptide. I just thought you could use something more constructive to do with your spare time, and I could certainly use an assistant.
[ He raises an eyebrow, not beyond pressing in other ways. ]
Are you all right? You seem... distressed.
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[to his social standing.]
I just... haven't had fantastic teaching experiences.
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[HAHA mto humour]
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I don't imagine so.
[ Why would someone go to the effort of programming a machine with emotions? Fear? Concern? Upset? Why program them with will? Or some illusion thereof. It often leaves Kenobi a bit dumbfounded, although he's learned to hold his tongue. ]
You mentioned episodes. Do you have a plan for your next installment?
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[humans live that long right]
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[and so obi wan doomed the network to a possibly-empty promise of shenanigans.]
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In that case, consider me your first subscriber.