one mech's trash is another man's...

[debonairsharpshooter]

 Misfire is, what some may call, a hoarder.  He would like to consider himself a collector of fine treasures.  However his room back home is just overflowing with crap. The air hanger at the edge of the wilds he's found here in the Nexus is starting to look similar.  He doesn't care of course.  Buuuut a certain superior officer of his back home did and ordered he clean his quarters out or his quarters would be moved from his quarters to the brig.

Keen on not getting tossed behind bars like some kind of... of common CRIMINAL, he decides to do the equivalent of just shoving it all into his closet.  The closet in this case being the Nexus.

And it's all here now.  There's... a lot... at least a little bit of pretty much anything you can imagine.  His 'home' after all is a giant ship with quantum engines able to jump into new universes.  You pick up a lot of stuff when you're on a never ending adventure across the multiverse.  And that's before you even get to the Nexus!

Yeah there's boxes and crates and just random piles of stuff all over... is that an arm? That's an arm.  Misfire hurries over to scoop it up.  Looks like it belongs to a friend of his.  Riptide maybe? He has vague memories of winning it off him in a drunken card game a little bit ago.  Maybe he should give it back...

Either way the junk had to be dealt with.  Even he could see the necessity.  So what better way to get rid of a ton of junk then with a yard sale? He could just throw it out but... he just can't stand the thought!

So he's posted signs all around the Nexus advertising a sale with vague directions to his hanger.

"Hey! Thanks for coming! You looking for anything in particular? Bet I got something somewhere around here that's perfect for you!" he grins and waves at anyone curious enough to come out here.  Possibly with the aforementioned severed arm.

(( ooc: Feel free to make up anything for the assorted junk laying around.  Literally anything is fair game, the weirder and more obscure the better.  He's defaulted to his giant robot form for this thread but if you'd prefer to interact with his human holographic avatar just let me know. ))

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[esmeral]

"What? Since when is Tarn dead?" Esmeral's optics are shining. "And to whom do we send the flowers? Whoever's posting still sounds an awful lot like Tarn..."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"While ago now, Emmy," he nods sagely, "Megs went rage mode on his aft, rest of the Decepticon Jerk Division too actually. 'Cept Nickie, she's with me and the boys now."

He almost wishes he was there to see it. But being there to see it would have meant being involved with a fight and no thank you.

[esmeral]

Esmeral stands there for a moment, blinking. She's very confused. "If he's dead, someone else is still posting on his account. It's kind of hard to imagine somebody wanting to hack him, although he did have mod privs on a couple of boards for a while...plus, that really obnoxious style of his..." She pulls out a tablet and shows him the posts and their timestamps and dates. "Can you think of anyone who could fake him this well?"

[debonairsharpshooter]

"No one can fake that afthole's pretentious..." He trails off as the datapad comes out and he squints down at it. He even prods the screen to try and scroll to something more recent but... yeah that's it right there.

"Yeah, that slag's his all right. There anything more recent?" he frowns, "That stuff's all from ages ago."

[esmeral]

"...that was from yesterday," Esmeral says, wide-eyed.

She vents in, slowly. "I'll tell Megatron he can't quit going back for a while. Maybe...maybe you should tell me at least how long he has to keep going back. Because he's fallen in love with somebody here, but I really want my future to be Tarn-free. I don't like it that he's been hanging around with Dezza, especially since I know Dezza's with us and I'm sure Tarn does not know that."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"Yesterday?" his optics widen a little and he whistles lowly, "I'm gonna have to watch for spoilers."

He studies the date again and ends up shrugging, "A year or so maybe? Kinda on a multiverse fieldtrip at the moment which might affect temporal or spacial relativity."

Words he learned from Brainstorm! He does tap one entry, "This thread here though, that he just started? Develops in a real slag fest that lasts for a month or two. Ends up getting a buncha guys suspended including the Boogeyman himself. He was back to his regular slag after his suspension for a month or two after that before going quiet."

...What was that other bit she said?

"Wait wait wait... Ol' Lord Legatron got himself a squeeze?"

[esmeral]

Esmeral giggles at the nickname. "Yes, that's why I'm concerned. I appreciate the warning to watch that thread, but...Megatron is courting a person named Loki, and he says he's going to come here to live with him. The guy has three kids, and they just adore Megatron. I've seen them all together; they're adorable. I was worried at first that he seemed to be human, but Ravage told me that he's actually some sort of god, so no concern that the old warlord's getting attached to someone who won't last a vorn."

Esmeral frowns. "I can't blame him for wanting to come here and stay. There's nobody here who seriously wants to kill him yet, he's certainly not going to get executed here, and he's got someone who actively loves him instead of a hopeless crush on someone who's too clueless to ever figure it out or return it properly. So you need to tell me how long he has to stay on that ship for your timeline to work out right. Or failing that...at least to kill Tarn properly."

She exvents. "I don't want to lose you, and I also really don't want Tarn not to get properly killed enough, because he's not the sort of person who is going to join up with Soundwave, and he might go after Dezza if he ever finds out that we have."