Bundle of 'Poli Goodness

[beckyh2112]

Because Oikodomopolis took over my head tonight and insisted I play with her.

First off, in case anyone missed it, amethystlight did a picture of 'Poli for me. I think it turned out gorgeously.

Also, a bit of comment fic-spam to one of amethystlight's drabbles. This would be 'Poli's preferred method of killing Autobots.

And finally, a friend and I did some roleplaying on how the Constructicons would react to 'Poli's new lover*. Friend played the Constructicons, I played Oikodomopolis.

* 'Poli being poly, she doesn't want someone, she wants a combination of ones. Thus, she's something of a lech.

Oh, and warning for some bad language.

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And there could be some very stereotypical, "Don't hang out with her! She's a bad influence," parental grumbling from the Constructicons, i suppose...
'Poli: ... "I sex up Motormaster. Why didn't I get a speech about him?"
Mixmaster: "Motormaster doesn't work with psychoactive chemicals!"
'Poli: "So, don't drink what she gives me. Right."
Mixmaster: *As if distracted by something.* "...might not just be the drinks you need to worry about."
'Poli: (waits for an explanation all patient-like)
Mixmaster: *Stares at her. What, she wanted an actual explaination? Oh, right.* "Aside from the possibility of being drugged while out of it, it could be in paint, in hydraulic fluid, in grease, in polishing wax..." *Sounds like he knows entirely too much about this.*
'Poli: "So... Drain her so that she doesn't have enough energy to move during coition, then don't recharge her until morning?"
Mixmaster: "Nonono! She's probably lousy with chemicals inside. Do you have any idea how many different things I had to sticks in her drinks before she even got wobby?"
'Poli: (tries to remember if being lousy with chemicals effects basic electrical energy)
'Poli: "I drain her a little bit every time, anyway."
Mixmaster: "Gah! You probably need detox. Or a mechapony. We could build you a mechapony, you know."
'Poli: ... "What would I do with a mechapony?"
Mixmaster: "Gallop over the corpses of Autobots. Paint insulting glyphs on its rump. Be occupied."
'Poli: "... See, now we're getting back to Motormaster."
Mixmaster: "Ah, but he doesn't have hooves!"
'Poli: *grins* "I'm sure that could be fixed."
Mixmaster: "Yes, but he'd hurt me over that! The mechapony would not."
'Poli: "The mechapony wouldn't slam me up against a wall and fuck me, either."
Mixmaster: "I suppose that Stunticons do have their uses. Is he not putting out enough? I could see about spiking the Stunticons' energon..."
'Poli: (perks up) "Yeah, he hasn't been interested lately. Very not fun."
Mixmaster: "Right. Spiking their energon it is!"
'Poli: (smiles brightly) "So, does this mean I can skip the 'you shouldn't hang out with her speech' from the others?"
Mixmaster: "Probably not. I'm sure Long Haul will at least try to give it to you. Maybe Hook and Scrapper, too."
'Poli: (petulantly) "I've been careful."
Mixmaster: "Yeah, that's what I always say, but they never buy it, either."
'Poli: "Yes, but you work with dangerous chemicals. I'm just interlinking with someone who works with dangerous chemicals." (pauses, looks slightly disturbed by that connection)
Mixmaster: "Someone who doesn't like your family."
'Poli: (folds her arms) "Hurting me'll make you guys angry. Well, angrier."
Mixmaster: "Heh. Alkali's not a threat... unless she's messing around with chemicals and emotions. Which she undoubtedly is."
'Poli: "Scrapper's can ask you to analyze my fuel lines, isn't he?"
Mixmaster: "He could. He could also stick Alkali in a wall if she gets too troublesome." *Wiggles his fingers.*
'Poli: (looks thoughtful) "Don't think I've tried that before..."
Mixmaster: "It's over-rated. Anyway, a wall with no entrance. A nice, unmarked wall."
'Poli: "You're no fun. If you're going to kill her, I'd rather share her with Genesis. Eat her up."
Mixmaster: "Scrapper is Scrapper. Personally, I don't think she's worth the bother. But I don't think she's worth your bother, either."
'Poli: (simply) "I like her."
Mixmaster: "Pish. She's not even a Master. What's to like? Is this the truck thing again?"
'Poli: (mutters) "You said I couldn't go after Prime, and there's not many other trucks around..."
Mixmaster: "Octane! Perfectly good truck. If bent towards Autobot helicopters."
'Poli: "He's an idiot."
Mixmaster: "And Alkali is retarded! I'm so glad we're settled here."
'Poli: "She is not! She's not as smart as you, but at least she isn't stupid enough to let mini-Autobots lure her into the middle of a minefield!"
Mixmaster: "You have no idea what she let me to do her. She's missing a few processors, let me tell you."
'Poli: "This is different from my usual, how?"
Mixmaster: "She's missing important ones! We turned the base she was in into a robot-eating monster. She watched us do all the installations she didn't get it. And that's not all."
'Poli: (waits. Storytime with the dads is always fun.)
Mixmaster: "...well, she was also perfectly content to let me put poison in her drink."
'Poli: "There's a Seeker in Tantun who is perfectly content to let you poison his drinks."
'Poli: "... I just undermined my own argument, didn't I?"
Mixmaster: *Cheerily.* "Yup!"
'Poli: "Right. Time to let Long Haul abuse me."
Mixmaster: "Have fun!"

Long Haul: *Is off in dump truck mode, waiting for someone to be unbusy enough to unload him. He grumbles something about making the others eat his old set of tyres, since he'll need a new once due to so many runs.*
'Poli: (Arrives.) "Scrapper sent me down to be useful. Where do you want this stuff?"
Long Haul: "...right in the mani-... oh. It's you. Just get it out. They didn't tell me where it goes, just that they want it. Where it goes would be too much to hope for."
'Poli: (grins and goes about the task of unloading Long Haul. Toting and carrying seems to be half her function around the Constructicons.) "And they'll complain later when it's not where they want it."
Long Haul: "Uh-huh. Cute. Do you know the other half?"
'Poli: (looks blank)
Long Haul: "If they do tell ya where they want it, they'll still say you put it in the wrong place."
'Poli: "Heh."
'Poli: (unloads him)
Long Haul: *Transforms, once she's got it all out.* "So what'd you do?" *Because obviously if she's on unloading duty, she's done something wrong.*
'Poli: "I already got a talk from Mixmaster about it."
Long Haul: "Mixmaster? He considers anything worth a talk? News to me." *Starts going through the pile of stuff, apparently sorting it.*
'Poli: "... I slept with Alkali."
Long Haul: *Continues sorting.* "That crazy bint? You know she'd like to kill us, yuh?"
'Poli: "She's not doing a very good job of it."
'Poli: "This got anything to do with the robot-eating base Mixmaster mentioned?"
Long Haul: "And don't go giving her any advice on it, neither. Mixmaster thinks it's fun to toy with her, but I think it's just stupid. We got enough problems as it is."
'Poli: "What, you think I want you lot dead? Besides, she's the wrong sort to benefit from any advice from me."
Long Haul: "I dunno. Maybe you'd think it was cute, too."
'Poli: (looks startled, then shifts over to just blank) "Too?"
Long Haul: *Looks up from the boxes.* "I jus' said Mixmaster toys with her, dint I?"
'Poli: "... Yeah." (shakes her head) "Been misconnecting dialogue all day. Getting irritating."
Long Haul: "Hnn. It get tricky to remember not everyone can piece together thoughts like... like bits of things. So're you toying, too?"
'Poli: "Does pinning her down and having my wicked way with her count as 'toying'?"
Long Haul: "...yuh. That's up there, all right."
'Poli: (brightly) "Who do you blame the 'share all information' trait on?"
Long Haul: "Devastator. And I think I know where this box goes." *Kicks the offending box slightly.*
'Poli: (grins) "Yeah?"
Long Haul: "To Scavenger. It's all junk. Alkali's bad news. I've told Mixmaster, and I'll tell you. Don't expect either of you will listen, but it's got to be said."
'Poli: "You know I always listen. I just don't always follow through." (shrugs) "You'll get to tell me 'I told you so' when this is all through."
Long Haul: *Hefts up the box.* "If I had an Autobot sub-commander kill for every, 'I told you so,' I'd be transferred to the army."
'Poli: "I'll keep the next one for you then."
Long Haul: *Snorts.* "No fame in that."
'Poli: "... Right, you don't wanna kill 'em for the sake of killing."
'Poli: (wonders if she should finish the trail of "people telling her she's making a mistake" and visit Hook and Scrapper)
Long Haul: "Killing ain't worth much. It's the glory that'll get you remembered..." *Drifts off with Scavenger's box. Perhaps a warning of what would happen, should Alkali ever succeed.*
'Poli: (looks thoughtful; there is, however, a fundamental difference between her and Long Haul: she eats her kills)

Then we had to cut off for sleep.