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[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's the end of the week. Do you know where your Autobot is?

If you said digging around on Deck 12 looking for more bits of metal, you'd be right. He doesn't particularly need it, without the ammunition to replenish, but the gaping hole in his chest takes more than a little effort for this auto-repair systems. And they do need the extra material.

He's currently got a set of metal sporks in hand, and is fiddling with the lock on a steamer trunk, wondering if he can get it off.]




((ooc: For medicalofficer but others are welcome to run into him as well!))

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet himself was not looking for metal so much as anything that he found particularly intriguing. His former quarters had been vacated to house his growing collection of oddities, and without the need to actually stay there anymore, there was even more space.

He sat atop a particularly stuffed suitcase, a tiny gold frog perched sleepily on the top of his head.

At the moment, he's looking through a small, travel sewing kit. Holding up a spool of thread, he begins to unwind it - likely tangling himself in it in the process.]