Log edited with Logedit 2.6.9pl on Mon Jul 28 10:57:18 EDT 1997 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- You transmit a message to Scamper: You should be able to get by without him taking particular notice. The bakery downtown just called and have notified me that the cake is ready to be picked up. Transmission from Scamper: Roger on my way. Transmission from Scamper: I am in Uptown SF, where is the bakery located sir. You transmit a message to Scamper: Travel down the freeway until Exit 65-B. Take a left at the light and the bakery will be the third building on the right. There should be a large white and blue sign which reads, "The Oven House". You transmit a message to Scamper: Were you able to successfully locate the bakery, Scamper? Transmission from Scamper: Yes sir, I have the cake right here/. You transmit a message to Scamper: If anyone else is around the city, we'll stage everything from here in the meeting room. Scamper enters from the Command Center to the south. Scamper walks into the area. Hot Spot enters from the Command Center to the south. Hot Spot paces confidantly into the area. Scamper nods toUltra Magnus, "Sir." Ultra Magnus stands along the far wall, tacking up a piece of decorative tape. He turns as he hears the doors slide open and nods his head, "Hello there Scamper, Hot Spot." Hot Spot enters behind Scamper, and smiles, nodding respectfully, "Commander." Scamper walks over to the table, "Where would you like the cake sir?" Ultra Magnus hmms and points toward the large table in the middle of the room, "I suppose we could jet set it here. Is anyone else hanging around the city?" Scamper sighs, "Not at the moment sir." Ultra Magnus hmmms, "Okay. We should be finished shortly. I can notify Edward." Hot Spot looks around, a bit embarassed (sp?), "Is there anything I can do? I feel like a fifth wheel." Ultra Magnus glances toward Hot Spot, "Certainly! Tinderbox made the candles, so we should be prepared for anything. Can you do a quick check of the safety equipment nearby should anything go ...unplanned?" Hot Spot chuckles, and moves over to a security panel next to the door, calling up the emergency programs and checking them over. Scamper smiles and takes the cake out and places it on the table. "Now you know to becareful around ANYTHING that Tinderbox has made. I saw Tinder working on them eariler today, and was rather involved in it." Ultra Magnus nods his head toward Scamper, "I understand...I made it VERY clear to her that I did not want any unexpected surprises to come forth from the task I set for her." Scamper laughs softly. After a quick rundown, Hot Spot resets the panel and turns around, grinning, "Well, that should do it. The sprinkler systems are prepared for anything short of a raging inferno." Scamper transmits a message via radio. Scamper receives a radio transmission. Scamper transmits a message via radio. Scamper looks at Ultra Magnus, "Sir Trailbreaker said he'll be here shortly. Ultra Magnus's blue optics flicker brightly, "Excellent!" Confident that the decorative tape is fine, he turns from it and slowly looks about the room, wondering what other kinds of decorations could be put into place. Scamper says, "Oh sir, I also picked up something for the humans to drink." Ultra Magnus turns a hesitant glances toward Scamper, "Oh? What did you get?" Trailbreaker enters from the Command Center to the south. Firestone enters from the Command Center to the south. Scamper drops Bowl Of Punch. Ultra Magnus smiles with a kind nod of his head toward Trailbreaker and Firestone, "Hello...glad you could make it." Trailbreaker waves as he enters. "I didn't have much time to get Mr. Bryant a present, but...it should be good enough, I hope." Firestone says, "Think of things nothing. I hit people when someone tells me to. Or I don't feel like it and don't." Bowl Of Punch is no longer listening. Firestone says, "Present for Mr. Bryant?" Firestone considers. Ultra Magnus glances toward the monitors and notices just abouy everyone who is going to come is here. He glances up at the recessed lighting coming from the ceiling. Looking toward the switch near the door, he says, "Firestone, if you could please?" Hot Spot looks a bit grim, "Well, due to short notice, I wasn't even able to get him a present." Firestone says, "Hit the lights?" Ultra Magnus nods his head calmly. Firestone makes a fist. Firestone says, "Right!" Ultra Magnus coughs, "No, please turn them off...not break them." Firestone giggles, and pushes the button, UM. Firestone lowers into herself, folding into a large black '59 hovercaddy. Ultra Magnus says quietly, "Okay...I'll go ahead and call Edward..." HoverCadillac settles to the ground, aiming her lights at the door. Her trunk opens, and the odd sounds of a crane arm searching in it can be heard. Scamper shifts into the form of a sleek Aston Martin sports car. Aston Martin rolls up next to Firestone. HoverCadillac says, "Stocks? Do you think Edward would like stocks?" You transmit a message to Edward Bryant: Greetings, Edward. I think I have some new details which may apply to the citizenship proposal. Could you please come by the meeting room to review some of the data I have prepared? Aston Martin tests its head lights. Trailbreaker covers up his optics with his hands. "If I can't see anyone, no one can see me...." HoverCadillac tests her headlights. Four halogen highbeams temporially incinerate the darkness. Ultra Magnus feels his way along the wall and moves toward the far corner of the room. Angela enters from the Command Center to the south. Angela quietly slips in, murmuring to herself about some various topic that's most likely boring, but seems interesting to her. Transmission from Edward Bryant: Edward yawns, "What time.. oh, alright.. let me change real quick.." HoverCadillac says, "Scamper, do you think Mr. Bryant would like a thousand shares in Geffen Entertainment?" Aston Martin beeps, "Maybe, if he gets fired from the UN he might need something to retire on." HoverCadillac says, "Mmm. Nah. Not him enough." HoverCadillac says, "Aha!" You hear a knock on the door from AC Command Center. HoverCadillac hushes. Ultra Magnus says in a loud whisper, "Okay...get ready..." You shout, "Come on in, Edward.!" Edward Bryant enters from the Command Center to the south. Ultra Magnus thrusts his arms into the air and jubilantly shouts, "SURPRISE! Happy Birthday, Edward!" HoverCadillac turns her headlights on, four halogen highbeams incinerating the darkness at the entrance! As the lights suddenly go on, of coures. :) HoverCadillac also lays on the air-horn. Hot Spot grins, and shouts, "Happy Birthday!" Illuminating the room, the lights reveal red decorative tape strewn along the walls and ceiling. Loud music from some cheezy anthem starts to play from the speakers within the room. HoverCadillac kills the lights and horn. Edward Bryant trails in, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he starts to slip back on his glasses. "What have yo--" He erks, and about jumps out of skin with a startled yelp, almost falling over. Taking a few deep breaths, and then smiles brightly, "Uh.. thanks guys." Trailbreaker keeps his hands over his optics, bobbing up and down slightly, quite anxious for the surprise. Off in his own world, he finally realizes the lights are on. He yells belatedly, "Babby Hirthda--err, Happy Birthday, Mr. Bryant!" Angela thinks . o O (Oh for the love of.. Grrr.. A present.. I *knew* I should've taken the earlier shuttle, feh..) She sighs quietly and turns away, slapping her forehead before turning back towards the others, a slight grin on her face. "Hmmm.. Indeed. Happy Birthday, Edward." Ultra Magnus steps forward, tapping his hand loudly on the large wodden crate upon the table in the middle of the room. "I know things have been rough for you lately, Edward, but all of us here in Autobot City are still behind you 100. We're here for whatever support you need, and most importantly, to make sure you enjoy this day!" Ultra Magnus taps on the top of the crate as its planks rattle slightly. Edward Bryant smiles brightly, "That's good to hear, especially in light.." he drops the subject quickly, looking around. "Thank you.. alot." Angela nods in agreement with what Ultra Magnus has to say, and casually glances at the Crate, her left eyebrow raised slightly as she peers at it. With a sudden whirl of movement, the sides of the large crate fall to the side, revealing a large cake of tremendous proportions! YUM! A large wodden crate about 6 fett high, its sturdy planks are constructed from fine wood. There are no external markings of any sort on the exterior. Trailbreaker says, "Thats...*huge*!!" HoverCadillac says, "Too bad you have no mouth, TB." Firestone rises, forms interlocking and reshaping, into her feminine robot form. Firestone is holding something very small in her hands. Ultra Magnus pulls a small hand-torch from the edge of the table and leans over the light the large candles. Trailbreaker says, "Yes I do!" Firestone says, "Right, whatever." Ultra Magnus leans over to light the large candles atop the cake. As they are lit, the cylinders of wax begin to sparkle brightly. Ultra Magnus takes a step back and motions his arms toward the cake. "I belive, Edward," he says, "that it is customary for humans to make a wish as they attempt to blow out the candles?" Angela grins slightly as she peers at the cake, and then down at herself. She sighs softly, and murmurs quietly, 'I.. really should've taken the earlier shuttle.." Edward Bryant nods, stepping forward, "Yes.. but I believe my one true wish has already come true, so I will use my wish to hopefully bring us a step closer.. wait, I'm not supposed to tell you guys.." he closes his eyes, and blows out the candles, getting nowhere near all of them. *WHOOSH!* The candles suddenly flash brightly, throwing a shower of brightly-colored sparks into the air! Their shimmering brilliance lights the room clearly. After a few seconds, the sparks die down and the candles return to a normal flame. Ultra Magnus jolts in suddent surprise. He balls his hands into a momentary fist and murmers to himself, "...when I see Tinderbox..." Firestone says, "UM, you should know better than that." Trailbreaker shakes his left hand. "Presents, yet?" Edward Bryant jumps back at the sparks, nearly get burned as he swallows, "Whoa.." Melinda (Mel) pages Ultra Magnus and Firestone: Any reason I can't radio you? Ultra Magnus watches the flashing spurts from the candles die down as he shakes his head slowly. He glances toward Edward and says, "Sorry about that...unplanned 'addition' to the candles, I presume." Edward Bryant shakes his head, standing. He smiles, still shaking a bit, "It-It's alright.." Transmission from Melinda: Um, hello? Ultra Magnus waves his arms from side to side, trying to force the smoke to dissipate. However, it is rapidly absorbed into the ventilation systems of the city and sucked from the room. Ultra Magnus sighs and then smiles as he glances toward Edward, "Oh well...no reason to let that bring things down. So tell us...we had a full surprise, right?" Trailbreaker smiles. "Its the count that you thought about. Err, the thought that will count. Or, hmm." You transmit a message to Melinda: Greetings, Ms. Lossman. May I help you with something? Angela abruptly quips, "It's the thought that counts." And shrugs slowly. Edward Bryant chuckles. "Yes, Magnus, you did." Trailbreaker nods widely. "Thats it." He smiles at Angela. Transmission from Melinda: (crackling, like from a cell phone) Um, there's a big con chasing me downtown in SanFran! Firestone says, "What if you're not thinking about counting?" Ultra Magnus laughs and says, "Well, Edward, you should have plenty to wish for the baby coming and everyth...." His words trail off as his oprics flash in response to his radio communicator. Ultra Magnus frowns and murmers a reply. You transmit a message to Melinda: Can you provide any more information? The Aston Martin shifts into its true form, Scamper. Scamper walks over to Edward, "Congratulations, and Happy Birthday sir." Edward Bryant smiles at Scamper, "Thanks.." Transmission from Melinda: Um... some big armoured human is here.... he's distracting the con... Angela grins and nods towards Trailbreaker, chuckling quietly. She looks over at the cake, narrowing her eyes slightly, "Think there could be anymore surprises inside that cake? The first one took a few years off my life, I think.." She shrugs slightly. Firestone walks over to Eddie, and sits down. She offers him something in her hands. You transmit a message to Kenya Momesa: Greetings, commander. Report Melinda Lossman has reported a Decepticon in San Francisco. Can you please investiage? I am tied up with a few things at the moment. Transmission from Kenya Momesa: I am currently taking care of the situation sir. Transmission from Melinda: Um, he's big, and he's ugly... the Con I mean... and he's not leaving... Scamper walks around the table looking the room over. He nods to each person as he passes. Edward Bryant arches an eyebrow, then takes a peek at the object held in Firestone's hands. Firestone offers Edward a tinfoil cap. Transmission from Melinda: I'll call the back... I'm outside the Awakening. You transmit a message to Melinda: I have notified some members of the EDC to provide assistance. Firestone says, "For the man who has a wife who knows everything." ---------------------LOG ENDS - STATISTICS----------------