28th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

I wish to know what occurred on the upper decks. Between a certain turtle and an unknown person.

And I wish to know now. This is not a request. Speak up! Be quick about it!

Comments

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

A turtle?

[SHE'S BEEN REPLAAAAAAACED]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. A turtle. Little one, likes to say... "dude".

[NEVER, CHILDTHING.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[...She needs to get out more, obviously.]

Wait, talking turtles?

[REPLACED BY TALKING TURTLES THAT SAY DUDE.

WHAT HAS HER LIFE BECOME.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

How have I met someone on this boat that you have not?

[SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Apparently.

[SHE'S BEEN REALLY DEPRESSED SINCE SHOCKWAVE LEFT AND YOU'VE BEEN PAYING MORE ATTENTION TO MOM THAN HER OKAY]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You should meet him. Think you would get along.

[Either that or Mikaela would adore the woman they hang around with... who's currently snarling at him.]

It... may be good for you.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'm okay. I was just about to take a nap anyway.

I hope you get you're uh...turtle issues resolved.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You should come here. There is space.

Knocked Ratchet's books off the bed by accident.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...You want me to come over there?

He's going to be annoyed. [Snicker.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You... You can if you want.

Yeah, I know. Tried to... put them back in order... on the floor.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to?

[She's smiling to herself.]

I can come pick them up and fix it if you want.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Up to you.

[Yes, he does.]

You can put them back into his incomprehensible order?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'll be over in a second.

[You're too cute sometimes.[

I can always try.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will be here.

[What. No he's not.]

Good luck. I have no idea what these things even... are.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's coming. And yes, yes you are. Absolutely cute as a bunny.]

I'll figure it out. Maybe. I mean, if anything I can at least put 'em in alphabetical order and stack them nicely.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's just pacing in Ratchet's room.]

If you can... maybe he will be less... irritated with me.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

He probably wont be too mad...

[BANG BANG BANG on the door.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I should hope not.

Door is open. Come in.

[And ignore the mess.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Coming in nao]

...Geez, Ironhide...what's up with this mess? Turning into a packrat?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs, nudging a little pile of dirt with his toe.]

Nah. None of this is mine... All Ratchet's things.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Grinning, she looks down at it and shakes her head.]

Right. Sciencey things.

So where are the books?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. And a mess.

[He waves a hand at the bed, where the books have been... piled. C4 sits on one.]

Good luck with that.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Well, it's Ratchet. It's kind of expected.

[She heads towards them, bending over and holding her hand out for the little frog. She still had one, too.]

It's...not so bad.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Sort of fondly] Yeah. It is...

[Then he shakes it off, as C4 chirps at her. Then hops into her hand.]

What? The mess?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She smiles a little to herself at the tone, then rights herself and turns to hold the frog out by his shoulder. She can't be having the little guy in the way~]

Yeah. That and the book mess you made.