43rd Transmission - Video

[heavyweaponsbot]

[All the video shows is Ironhide scowling down into his comm.  He seems to have left the party, and is, instead, in his/Ratchet's room.  Propped up in bed.  Surrounded by pillows.  Oh yes, he is not a happy not-robot.]

...

I am still like this.  Why am I still like this.  It did not last this long the last time.

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[Video]

[talkingfishbone.livejournal.com]

[Have a nice upshot of Hiccup's nose for the first few seconds.]

...so wait, what happened? You're still like...what?

I'm confused.

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Human. Still human. Not supposed to be.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Ironhide, where did you wander off to?

[He has a smear of chocolate on his face. Someone got distracted.]

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Bed. No thanks to you. Where--What is on your face.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

There is no reason to be in such a foul mood. You should learn to enjoy these opportunities - It would be quite impossible, in our own world.

[He pauses for a moment, poking at his lip. They were strangely soft - and thus, he promptly gets distracted, feeling his own face.]

Hm?

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, and in our own world, I would have the pain receptors in my leg shut off.

[It's suddenly hard to focus on being annoyed when he sees that.]

... stop doing that.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

And in our world, you would have been equipped to better defend yourself, and would not have left me the impossible task of putting you back together.

[He's sharp in his tone, but only because he's worried about you.

He runs a finger over his bottom lip, testing the flexibility of the skin. So... strange.]

Stop doing what?

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... In our world, it would have been a simple task to defeat the Arbiter. And I... Sorry.

[He really has no smart response to the last part. He just feels bad.

And distracted. Horribly distracted.]

That thing. With your mouth.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

There is little point in debating the 'what ifs' of the situation. The outcome was already decided, and we have dealt with it, to the best of both our abilities at the moment.

[pokepoke]

The tissue is fascinating. It is flexible, yet... clearly capable of retaining its form. So unlike our own plating...

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You at least going to accept the apology?

[He growls. All Spark, why... is that so distracting.]

... Ratchet... stop doing that. Right now.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

You should know that I already have. You act as though this is the first time I have peeled your sorry plating off the battlefield...

I am well-prepared for your... habits.

[pokepokepoke. Sorry, he's stopped paying attention. Skin is so weird.]

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Hmnf. You have a habit of making me worry I've... pushed your last button. When I do that.

[Another growl. He gives the comm a shake, like that's going to actually help something.]

Get in here.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps you should do it less often.

[There's no point in telling him not to do it. Like that would ever happen. Besides, it was Ironhide's strong will and fierce determination that made him... him.

He had no desire to change him.]

Oh, of course.

[He blinks, adjusting his glasses as he tries to remember what he was doing. There's a few moments of lingering thoughts, before he heads in the direction of their quarters.]

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I left the Decepticon alone. That should... mean something.

[He's rather used to the lectures. He expects them. It just wouldn't be a horrible injury if he didn't get lectured afterward. It's... reassuring, in it's own way.]

Good.

[And with that, he flicks off the video, and hauls himself out of bed. Forget resting, forget stabbing pain oh All Spark why, he's going to meet the medic at the door.]

[bemiiine.livejournal.com]

[ah, seems like this guy is probably yet another person who was transformed at the party. was he originally a robot too? she wonders]

I-it's a super strong magic, monsieur! Can't fix it--!

[she's tried. she has the bruises to show for it]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Magic? What--no. This is one of the captain's games. And I tire of it.

[bemiiine.livejournal.com]

Hmm~ It felt like magic! Magic way stronger than Pamela's--! Are you suuuuuuure?

[woah wait. if the captain did this, then...]

W-wait... The Captain knows magic?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

... How should I know? Just... guessing.

Uh. Probably.

[bemiiine.livejournal.com]

Ahh!! You sounded like you knew for sure!

[have a moment of awed silence. when she tried to break the spell on barricade back at the party, the strength of it was tremendous]

W-wow... So strong--! Kinda scaryyyy!

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. I have no idea. If anyone knows the captain's mind for certain, they would be mad too.

[He grunts.]

Yeah. I am. So what?

man, i love his human icons

[bemiiine.livejournal.com]

B-but we're guessing... Does that mean we're a bit mad?

[even though that's not what she meant, she doesn't mind the change in the direction of the conversation]

Are you still strong now~?

So do I |D

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Just means we want to try and understand a madman.

[The topic change is fine with him. Sort of.]

... Maybe. Too hard to tell.

he should totes be like this more often y/n

[bemiiine.livejournal.com]

Pamela thinks that only crazy people would ever want to do that. N-not that Pamela is crazy!!

Heehee~ Do a test, monsieur! Pick up something heavy~!

He prefers being a giant robot |D As amusing as I find it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You are Pamela?

[He growls.]

I am... unable. Stuck in this bed.

but the icons!

[bemiiine.livejournal.com]

Yup! They call me the Mystic Witch, Pamela the Great~!

[eek, that's a threatening noise]

Stuck...? Do you need help?!