heavyweaponsbot: (WTF JUST HAPPENED HERE.)
Ironhide ([personal profile] heavyweaponsbot) wrote2010-03-08 06:58 pm
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26th Transmission

... Ow! Rocks...?

[Silence - except for the familiar creaking and groaning of metal as Ironhide looks around. When he speaks, the gravely, aged voice is back. He does sound more... groggy... than usual. "Hungover", would be a better word.]

What... just happened...? Why... am I in... the bar?

[And as it all dawns on him. Crap, crap, crap.]

... I can explain everything. To all of you. Ratchet--I did... not mean to leave...
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heavyweaponsbot: (Stop what not doing anything. 8|)

[personal profile] heavyweaponsbot 2010-03-10 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[He puttered after him, rather grateful for the slow pace, but not exactly willing to say so.]

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-10 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
You may notice my quarters to be in some... disarray at the moment. However, you may remember the reasoning behind that.
Edited 2010-03-10 05:22 (UTC)
heavyweaponsbot: (Yes I am getting away that easily.)

[personal profile] heavyweaponsbot 2010-03-10 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
... Reasoning being that I was young and stupid?

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-10 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I believe that would be an excellent description of the situation.

Nonetheless, I have yet to find the time to tidy it up. So you will have to forgive the mess, and find a place to recharge amongst it.
heavyweaponsbot: (This truck is a beast mode.)

[personal profile] heavyweaponsbot 2010-03-10 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
... Oops?

Mmnf. At this point? I do not... care what the room looks like. Just tired.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-10 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm. [He was not impressed.]

[And, there's his door. He finally transforms, opening it for Ironhide.]
heavyweaponsbot: (They always go for the chest.)

[personal profile] heavyweaponsbot 2010-03-10 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
... Sorry.

[He transforms himself, limping inside. He's careful to avoid the sample carnage, stepping over it until he can flop back against a wall.]

Ow.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-11 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet is careful not to ruin the samples anymore than his formerly-younger companion already had.]

I am fairly sure I do not have to explain why you are sore.

It is for the best that you take the time to recharge.
heavyweaponsbot: (Broke my damn juicebox.)

[personal profile] heavyweaponsbot 2010-03-11 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
No... I know. It never hurt when... you know.

[He shutters his optics, settling himself against the wall.]

... your stuff. Not... too damaged... is it?

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-12 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
It is more of a mess than anything. Nothing that cannot be replaced - C4 was hiding in the bathroom, fortunately.

However, I do have half a processor to make you come with me to recollect the samples. It would be an appropriate punishment.
heavyweaponsbot: (Hide your pain)

[personal profile] heavyweaponsbot 2010-03-12 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
I would not have harmed C4. Not a Decepticon...

[He grunts, settling back against the wall a little more.]. Mmn. If you want me to, I will. Not going to enjoy it, but... I owe you.

[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-03-12 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
I would be more concerned that you would step on him, not realizing he was there. There were not many creatures as small as him on Cybertron, after all.

You may find it more entertaining than that - For example, I found those rock samples in the cave where I was almost ingested by a rather large fish!
heavyweaponsbot: (Save your fears)

[personal profile] heavyweaponsbot 2010-03-12 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
... I would not step on C4. You make it sound as if I would not be paying attention.

[He sits up straight at that.] Where... you what!
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