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Post by Scott Hauser on Nov 27, 2023 9:15:07 GMT
Characters Appearing: Scott Hauser, Open Location (s): Car Garage in Witwicky Timeline: November 20th Plot Summary: Scott reaps the rewards of another race - while also considering some more changes.
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Post by Scott Hauser on Nov 27, 2023 9:20:09 GMT
Scott wasn’t losing his mind, he had grown overnight.
When puberty hit, Scott had expected a growth spurt… But this felt like something else entirely. Where he’d been 5’6” last month, he now had measured a good 5’9” as of today. Something which had even raised the eyebrows of both Mark and Monica.
So as he counted out his winnings from his last race, his mind mostly focused on that.
What was happening to him? Was he just overthinking all of it? Seated on the car his friend, Rex; had loaned him for races he looked thoughtfully. Did he talk to his dad about it? Nah, no need to worry him. It wasn’t like he’d believe a kid like him had actually crushed a brick with his bare hands right? Monica and Mark had been there and seemed just as clueless as him.
“It’s all there,” Scott confirmed as he hopped down off the hood. “Pleasure doing business as always. Same time next week!”
Scott was sure to keep his guard up as he left. No doubt in his mind that traveling the backroads like he was could be dangerous.
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Post by Thrash on Dec 1, 2023 22:53:39 GMT
Thrash groaned as he drove around Witwicky. Mo was busy doing "homework" leaving him all alone.
It was so boring today. He needed something to liven things up.
He was so distracted by his internal thoughts he failed to notice the oil slick in front of him.
The second his front wheel hit the slick he ended up skidding out of control down the road right into someone's garage.
"Ow..." Thrash muttered.
He then noticed people were there.
"Uh...pay no attention to the talking motorcycle!" he said nervously.
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Post by Scott Hauser on Dec 13, 2023 23:14:52 GMT
Ouch.
On one hand, Scott wanted to laugh a little when he realized it was a Bot and some dude hadn’t crashed to his death. But on the other hand, he kind of felt bad for doing it, trying to keep the grin off his face, he decided to approach said “talking motorcycle”. After all, his dad was a GHOST agent, it wasn’t like he hadn’t grown up around plenty of Transformers.
“Hey, don’t sweat it dude, we’re Transformer friendly around here,” He finally managed to reply as he approached. “Though you definitely don’t have to make such a dramatic entrance next time. “
He could already hear Monica in the back of his head mocking how ironic that sounded coming from him. The king of dramatic entrances if he were being honest. “Need some help up?”
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Post by Thrash on Dec 13, 2023 23:40:06 GMT
Thrash groaned as he transformed.
"Yeah well the dramatic entrance wasn't exactly my choice..." he muttered.
He probably shouldn't be trying to reveal himself. He knew the Terrans were still supposed to keep hidden but he didn't really have much of a choice right now.
He appreciated the kid's desire to help though. "No. No thanks. I'm good." Thrash got up and started stretching.
"Um... My name is Thrash. Who are you?"
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Post by Scott Hauser on Dec 13, 2023 23:47:06 GMT
Huh, Thrash?
Well, Scott could definitely tell he hadn’t met this guy before. Maybe he was new planetside? Honestly Scott wasn’t going to dig too deep into it, other than asking him where he got the nice alt mode. While he wasn’t a motorcycle guy all the time he was sure his friend, Monica, would gush. “I know what you mean, I tend to do it a lot too. But I’m getting better at the whole “driving not crashing” thing,” he joked. As he sat himself down on the hood. “You’re new to Earth right? I know some Bots have trouble adjusting.”
Oh! Who was he? Right. “Oh I’m Scott, sorry. I hang out this garage sometimes to work on this baby,” he patted the car. Though he was clearly not sixteen, just tall as hell for a fourteen year old. “So what did exactly happen?”
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Post by Thrash on Dec 14, 2023 0:48:46 GMT
Thrash thought it was best not to be specific about how he was New to Earth.
"Uh yep. Really new to Earth. Lots of trouble adjusting."he said "In fact I'd say I'm having too much trouble adjusting!" he laughed nervously.
He was impressed by Scott's ride though. And he worked on it himself? Not bad.
But Scott wanted to know how Thrash had crashed.
"Eh. Nothing fancy. Just hit an oil slick."
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Post by Scott Hauser on Dec 28, 2023 5:02:51 GMT
Lots of trouble adjusting?
Well that was nothing new, at least in Scott's opinion. They were aliens after all, right? He didnt judge, but if he were asked to adjust or aclimate to an Alien world, he'd have a hard time too. But still, he was sure to be as friendly as he could. "It's cool, seriously. If you need any help, I'm your guy. I've grown up around a bunch of Bots," Came with his dad's job. "You gotta be more careful with oil slicks though. Especially with how that alt mode of yours looks like it's built."
He hopped off the hood this time, taking a moment to look him up and down. "Unless it means you need repairs. I can help!" Scott heard a groan from his friend nearby. "'Ey! I can! I know my way around practically anything with metal and wires... I think>" He scratched the side of his head, how complicated was Cybertronian build anyway?
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Post by Thrash on Dec 31, 2023 4:29:17 GMT
This guy was offering to fix him? For free?
"Oh. Thanks. I think I could use the fix." Thrash said.
"Just um... do me a favor please?"
"Don't tell Mo about this. She'll never let me hear the end of it.".
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Post by Scott Hauser on Jan 1, 2024 4:04:09 GMT
Scott chuckled.
Who was Mo though? Honestly, he didn’t recognize the name - though he might have if he mentioned Robby who was more around his age at school. Either way, Scott straightened and decided to make his way over with a grin. “Sure. If I ever meet this “Mo” your secrets safe with me!” He noted rather playfully. “Not that you need to be ashamed. Honestly, failure is a part of life. I’ve had my fair share of crashes.”
Not that his dad needed to know that one either.
Looking Thrash over carefully he raised an eyebrow. “So uh… Wanna tell me where it hurts?”
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Post by Thrash on Jan 2, 2024 19:48:26 GMT
Thrash wasn't sure what to make of Scott's words. About how failure was a part of life.
"Yeah? Well, it still sucks though," he said.
"As for where it hurts..." Thrash looked over himself. He touched his leg and winced in pain.
"Yeah, leg. Definitely the leg."
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Post by Scott Hauser on Jan 8, 2024 2:10:18 GMT
It still sucks, indeed.
Still, Scott was instead focusing on Thrash’s leg. At the very least he could do what he promised and give him back some dignity right? Chuckling he gave it a little look over, noting that he had basically sprained his ankle. What kind of simple issue was that? Though for a Cybertronian, he wasn’t really sure, their anatomy was obviously different…
Though Trash seemed… Extra different. Like something seemed off. “Well, you definitely sprained your ankle bud. Not too bad but you may need to stay off it when I’m done for a little,” he then added. “So, what part of Cybertron did you say you were from?” He asked curiously.
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Post by Thrash on Jan 17, 2024 23:41:35 GMT
Oh no. Thrash didn't know every part of Cybertron off the top of his head. This wasn't good.
"Well I... You see... I..."
Come on Thrash think!? What did Bee teach him!?
Only one place stood out in his mind at the moment.
"The Sea of Rust?"
Great. Nice job Thrash. You just picked a wasteland as your home.
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Post by Scott Hauser on Jan 28, 2024 21:08:30 GMT
The sea of rust?
Did anyone actually live there? On one hand, Scott figured like one or two people might have. But according to Nick’s all-knowing encyclopedic brain on this stuff, he really doubted it. So who the heck was this guy? He questioned this as he continued to work on Thrash’s leg, curious.
“Does the Sea of Rust have cities in it or something?” He asked. “I thought that was kind of like Death Valley or the Sahara Dessert?”
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Post by Thrash on Jan 30, 2024 5:28:45 GMT
Thrash struggled. He had to think fast.
"Well no. We don't have cities there" he answered. "We're kinda nomads. We travel all across the Sea and stuff..."
Thrash inspected the leg that Scott was fixing. "Oh wow. This is a pretty decent job. Thanks!"
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