7th Transmission / Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

I begin to loathe this boat nearly as much as aircraft... Going to rust in all this... damp.

Need something to keep from stiffening up. Some sort of exercise... Only so many times I can drive around these decks. Unlike some, I do not enjoy poking holes in turf, or studying these yellow creatures all day.

Hmnf.

Open to... suggestion.

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

I would outpace you. And I would not put faith in keeping the stairs intact... The furniture broke.

... yeah.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh, I bet you'd be alright.

Your bed, right?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... It is an option.

Yeah. We... determined that I tripped. Landed on it. Broke it.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Come on, it'll be fun.

Oh? You uh...don't remember? [She thinks something reeeeeally different happened~]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Fine.

No. I do not. But I trust Ratchet's judgment of the situation.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It's gonna be fun~

You were talking to me, too~! [Have a snicker.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

It will be something to do...

Yeah. Your point?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Totally. And you'll get to spend more time with me. We don't hang out enough, 'Hide!

[She's still trying not to laugh.]

Oooh, nothing. So uh...you and Ratchet got drunk together, huh?

[heavyweaponsbot]

You know where my quarters are. You are free to enter.

Yeah? So? Did a lot back on Cybertron.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and you know where mine are, too.

Mmm. In each others bedrooms?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. I know.

... Where else?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Goes both ways, 'Hide. All I'm sayin'.

Oh, I dunno. A bar.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. I am aware. [He's sorry, really he is.]

I dislike public spectacles.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Hmm. [She miiiiight be pissy. Just a little.]

Did you make a spectacle of yourself, then?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah.

I do not remember. Tripped over the... bed... though.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Things...got a little fuzzy for me, too.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... what?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[...Uh oh.]

Uh, nothing?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Why is it "hazy"?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh, no reason.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Mikaela.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Yeah? [She's in trouble. She can feel it in her bones.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Why were things hazy?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It was...a foggy night?

[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not believe you.