8th Transmission (Accidental Audio)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The audio feed turns on, and for a moment, there's no sound, except for the shifting of metal. It would seem the maker of this transmission is "asleep", for lack of a better word. And then... there is the sound of tiny feet on metal.]

Ribbit!

[More metal shifting. A voice muttering something in Cybertronian. And then...]

Hmn? What...

[A pause.]

WHAT--GET! GET OFF OF ME! IMMEDIATELY!

[A loud thud!, some frantic ribbit-ing, and scraping of metal against the floor.]




((ooc: ... Yeah, C4 just keeps on making friends wherever he goes. Follows this.))

Comments

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment to process what the other is talking about, not helped by his squirming, when Ironhide finally sees a flash of gold on his faceplates.

... And struggles very hard not to laugh.]

... Calm down.

[OH dur right uh Action Spam]

[heavyweaponsbot]

No! It... getting all over my face!

[Batting at his head - to which the frog responds by merely hopping out of range.]

[Action Spam] (... C4 made me forget.)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Tries to grab for one of his arms before he succeeds in smearing the frog over his faceplates instead.]

If you would stop moving, I would remove him!

[Action Spam] (This is why we can't have nice things.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Shoves at him, still flailing at his head. C4, however, just keeps calmly hopping around.]

Off! Of me! I told you to get rid of this thing!

[Action Spam] (Because you are a spaz and try to squish them, dear?)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Mumbles something rude in Cybertronian before trying again. There was no way he was going to catch the frog with Ironhide flailing about worse than Sam when he was flustered.]

I told you that I kept him in my quarters!

Now hold still!

[Action Spam] (No, because you let them run around 8|)

[heavyweaponsbot]

Thought you meant... had it contained!

[backed up against the wall, jerking his head around]

I am!

[No, he's not, he's flailing.]

[Action Spam] (He missed you. :<)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Contained in what? There are very few suitable containers for amphibians aboard this ship!

[He's following him, trying to get a clear path to grab the frog.]

I am going to-

Stop squirming!

[Action Spam] (It's a frog 8| It's not smart enough to miss people.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

How should I know! Your little pet! Eugh! Off!

[C4 just looks bored with this business. Oh hey, here's a gap in the shoulder armor!]

I am not squirm--AUGH! Get it--that is not a container, you vile little!

[Action Spam] (... It has managed to outsmart you, dear. :|)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[... Well, that isn't good.]

I told you to stop moving!

Now hold still while I remove it, or so help me, I am going to deactivate your motor controls!

[Action Spam] (... curse your commandvoice, dear.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh you did not just use Command!Voice...]

Er...

[He freezes in place, not so much as a single gear moving.]

[Action Spam] (:3)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, I did use it. To desired effect. >:3]

Good.

[And now he is examining the gap, looking for the easiest way to remove said amphibian from his new hiding place.]

[Action Spam] (8|)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[... He's still twitching, unable to hold completely still, thanks to the patter of little frog feet where they shouldn't be.]

Mmn. Hate this.

[Action Spam] (<3?)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Yes, I know. I will fix it.

[He's almost got him... Here froggie. :|]

[Action Spam] (<3)

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hnnf. Hurry it up.

[Trying very hard to stay still, but it's difficult.]

[Action Spam] (<3)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[There we go. That's a good frog. :< And now you're safe and out of the grumpy 'bots joints.]

There.

[Action Spam] (... you love that frog more than me.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Shudders and twitches his way far... far away from the frog.]

Going to rust in there... disgusting little...

[Action Spam] (... Don't be ridiculous.)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He's looking at the frog, who seems to be perfectly fine.

... Foolish, but fine. Reminds him of someone.]

You will be fine. Did you want me to clean it?

[Action Spam] (YOU DO ;__;)

[heavyweaponsbot]

I want you to find a container for that creature. Immediately.

[Not sulking, no, never.]

[Action Spam] (... -brb science-)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Where would you suggest I find one?

[Action Spam] (... I like this science.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

... ask the humans. I have nothing.

[Action Spam] (As do I.)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

... [He sets the frog on his own shoulder before heading to the door, shaking his head.]

[Action Spam] (As do I.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[Stares after him.]

Where... are you going?

[Action Spam]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

To find a container.

[Action Spam]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Great, he's in trouble... Starts after him.]

Not alone.

[Action Spam]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I did not think you would want to be in such close proximity to your assailant.