51st Transmission - Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Today, the Elegante will be graced with a roaming, restless Autobot. He starts out up on the top deck, practicing combat drills. There's only so much he can do just hitting bees. Granted, he is working alone, but it's better than nothing. He'll be up there, rolling, running, and punching at the air for several hours before heading out.

Next stop is Deck 12, to gather up more scrap metal. He's there for about half an hour, rooting around, finding things like staples, jewelry and the like.

Lastly, he goes to the bar for a refueling. Which he will sit and drink slowly, scowling at the general area around him. Despite feeling somewhat accomplished, he's also feeling stiff from the workout, and that, inevitably, makes him grouchy.

Approach?]


((ooc: Open to anyone at any point!))

Comments

[deadtous.livejournal.com]

[Anything she can do, he can do... bigger. There's no getting around that. Moonie is distantly aware of how ridiculous they're being.]

Not as original as yours, no. Your All Spark must be very creative indeed.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Bigger and louder. While he may be aware of the ridiculousness, he doesn't seem to care.]

You have no idea.

[deadtous.livejournal.com]

[She's starting to sulk. Everyone knows or thinks they know more than her on the boat, and it's left Moonie feeling rather put out.]

So why does Ironhide think we're on this ship, hm?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts, shrugging huge shoulders.]

I do not care why we were brought here, only that we go home, and quickly.

[deadtous.livejournal.com]

[Moonie's not sure which she wants or if home is what she wants to return to. Run and keep running for the rest of her life, or shove her thumbs up her ass and wait to be put down. Gee, what a dilemma.

So she rocks back onto her hands, going from a crouch to cross-legged lounging.]

Useless metal man. Shoo.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[And, of course, he simply stands there, watching her. His expression somewhat amused.

Why should he shoo? She is tiny.]