22nd Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

Why is it that organic fuel constantly appears in my presence? I have neither desire, nor capacity, to ingest this... Eugh.

Anyone want this scrap?

[Ironhide is offering up his Valentines candies to anyone who wants them. The stuffed creature--resembling a bull terrier--he picked up, and examined, but decided it was going to a special home.

Anyone who wants candy is welcome to either knock on his door, or pester him over the comms.]

Comments

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

DIBS!

/died

[heavyweaponsbot]

[That may or may not be a laugh.]

... Sure. You want all of it?

8Db

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[Ironhide you are his favorite person even more now.]

<33

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good. I have no use for it.

Room 8360. Deck 05. I will be here.

I love these two <3

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[There's no answer. But a moment later there's a ninja turtle inside Ironhide's room, crouched on his bed.]

Hey dude!

I do too XDD

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide... actually jumps. A random turtle on the bed was not what he was expecting in any way shape of form.]

... I take it ninjas do not knock?

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mikey grins and hops down from the bed.]

Heheh. Sorry dude, old habits die hard.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He sighs, rolling his good optic.]

Yeah, yeah... Here.

[And without further comment, he holds out the bowl of hearts, and the truffles.]

I assume you will enjoy them.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Sweet!

[Mikey takes the bowls and cradles them close to his plastron, like precious, precious jewels. After a moment he grins up at Ironhide.]

You were right.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He smirks, very slightly--glad to see the kid happy. They--the four of them--deserved it, given what happened. Then he tilts his head, the characteristic scowl coming back.]

Right? About what?

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Master Splinter--

[He corrects himself.]

--our Sensei totally showed up on the ship!

[Mikey can barely contain how relieved he is to have his father on board.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[The scowl remains while he sorts through data... An older voice... mentioning four sons... training... Oh. And it clicks.]

Huh.

[He gives the turtle a light thwack on the shell--it's a sign of affection, really.]

Good! No wonder your morale improved. Settled him in all right?

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Oof.

[That's one hell of a thwack, Ironhide. Mikey stumbles forward, but straightens back up and grins again.]

Yeah, he's like, totally not weirded out at all. He gets really zen about this stuff.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I dunno why Redd keeps giving you guys the candy...not like you can eat it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Who knows why that creature does anything?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Well, that's true too.

Give it away already?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah.

... Think he dropped some though. You want that?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh. [She sounds disappointed, but perks back up.]

Sure!

[heavyweaponsbot]

You know where to find me.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way now!

[Have a door slam shut behind her!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's just chillin' in his room. As usual.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She can't ninja in your room like Mikey, but she can damn sure bang cheerfully on the door.]

Hey, Ironhide!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He makes an "It's open" sort of sound. Although it doesn't sound much different than his usual "mrrf" or "hmnf" noises. He needs a larger vocabulary.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She grins, then twists the knob and shoves the door open, bounding into the room.]

Hey! [She reaches to fling her arms around him in a hug.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts, standing stock-still while she does this... hug... thing. This is so weird.]

Yeah. Hello.