27th Transmission / 4th Wall Day~

[heavyweaponsbot]

... why is everyone suddenly watching films? And why is it loud on board?

What happened this time?

Comments

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

I wish I had an answer to any one of your questions, Ironhide, but I will say it's good to hear a familiar voice.

... hold a second

[heavyweaponsbot]

Wish I knew too--

[heavyweaponsbot]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Okay |D

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Optimus...?

... o Ironhide

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

Yes, though I find myself a little... shorter than usual.

You were expecting less of a reaction? :|

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah... yeah... I...

Optimus.... Where are you...? [BECAUSE HE WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU ALIVE, SIR.]

No, not really.

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

I have just made my way to deck five, I believe. Where are you?

<3

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Deck five... Room 8410... Ratchet's quarters...

[He sounds dazed.]

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

I'm on my way.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I will be here.

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

[ knock knock, guess who's here? ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't answer for a while. Ratchet told him, Mikaela told him, but... he can't believe he's heading this.]

It... it is open.

[Because he's not supposed to be walking, with that gaping chest hole.]

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

[ enter one (1) tiny!prime. He frowns slightly as he notices Ironhide's... affliction ]

You neglected to mention you were injured.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's not going to stop him from struggling onto his feet and limping over to Optimus. ... looking him in the eye is weird.]

It... was not important... I...

You are alive.

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

Easy, Ironhide. [ he'll meet Ironhide halfway, and put his hands on his shoulders, despite how weird it is ] I am, though I might not be able to say the same of you if Ratchet finds you walking around in this condition.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He can't help but laugh. And lower his head.] Yeah... I--you have... no idea how good it is... to hear your voice.

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

[ he cocks his head curiously ] I could swear I just saw you, but the way you talk... I think an explanation is in order, but first, go lie down.

[heavyweaponsbot]

No, I... [He nods, and limps back to his place against the wall, picking is way carefully around Ratchet's soil samples, books, C4 the frog, and... whatever that is.]

I was in Egypt six months ago. Right after the air strike... I... you... You were dead, Prime.

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

[ meanders after him, frown deepening- he has to double-take at the frog though ]

I was, yes. You mean to tell me you have been on this vessel for six months?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[C4 just chirps from its perch on top of a squeaky rubber whale.]

... Yeah. Six months. Spent the entire time not knowing what happened back... there. To you--the boy... anyone. That and beating up a couple Decepticons.

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

[ ...my CMO collects the weirdest things ]

We are both alive and well, thanks in no small part to Sam himself, as well as countless others. [ okay, that gets a smile out of him ] It's good to hear that some things will always remain the same.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[TO BE FAIR half the stuff in here, Ironhide gave him...]

One of these days... I will make one of you tell me the whole story. I... one minute we were being disbanded, the next, on a plane. [A PLANE, OPTIMUS.]

... Prime, I... [Crap, what does he say here?]

[givemeyourface.livejournal.com]

[ ...my weapons master helps my CMO collect the weirdest things ]

[ he frowns again at the word "disbanded"- and OH NO NOT A PLANE. YOU POOR DEAR. ] I would like to be informed as to what happened in my absence as well.

[ he just... puts a hand back on Ironhide's shoulder ]