44th Transmission - Video

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a brief shot of Ironhide's face.  He looks, as per usual, disgruntled, while he toys with the comm.  Behind him are flashes of piles of objects, ranging from cardboard boxes of what looks like leather, to a neat row of plants in empty bottles.]

...

Need a favor.  Someone.

[That's all he says before the feed clicks off.]

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's... a little better in there. If only because there's not a lot of space. There's a large purple lobster in the tub, staring at Xanth, with a little toy boat in one claw.]

... but the orange one appears to be absent.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Xanth will find all manner of interesting things! Everything from those little plants on the video earlier, organized piles of soil, golf clubs, and Legos, to a bottle of pink liquid and energon cubes.

... try under the bed.]

Well?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

It's... it's n-not here. It-- it might be out in th-the... the main room, th-though...



I-I, uhm, I'll keep l--looking?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[... with labels!]

This creature is foolish to leave the water.

[Good luck, little dude.]

See that you do.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Under The Bed, there is a pair of eyes... staring back at Xanth.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

I--Ironhide? I, um, I-- I think I... might've f-found it?

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[He leans down as best he can to try and see too.]

You sure?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

Uh... l-lemme... see...

[heavyweaponsbot]

See what?

[All is still and quiet under the bed. Nothing moves. The lobster sits and waits.

... and then attempts to pinch Xanth's arm when it comes close.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

O-ow ow!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The lobster does not let go, but, instead, hangs on as Xanth pulls it out. It dangles happily from his arm.]

...

Good work.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Just... going to reach over and... pry the lobster off you.]

Hold still.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It takes some doing, but the lobster is soon off! Good job, Xanth!]

... Damaged?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

Um-- not-- not b-bad. Bruised, but no-- no blood.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Bruised?

[He leans forward enough, holding the lobster in one huge hand, to see this bruising.]

Dangerous?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

I-I don't-- think so?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... It has damaged your exterior.

[Thank you, Ironhide, for that riveting assessment of the obvious.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

W-Well, yeah, but uh, I'll-- I'll be fine. N-Nothing to worry about.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He gives him a long look, and then nods.]

Good. I will not worry, then.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

Wh--what about th-the lobster?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Toss it back in the water with the other one, I guess.

[He glances from the squirmy orange thing to the bathtub and back.]