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!

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stands perfectly still, so as not to accidentally harm Ratchet's pet.]

... So what are those, anyway? Besides... books.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She looks up at him with a blink. Ferp?]

What do you mean? What're they like...about?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. What are they?

[He's oddly curious about this.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It's all kinds of stuff...ummm, let's see here.

[She starts reading off subjects~]

Biology, gardening, um....here's one about amphibians, one on sailboats, human anatomy and sex, maps, uh...foreign languages, this one looks like Spanish.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's not really listening... at least until she gets to that certain book...]

... Wh-What!?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She pauses and blinks as she holds up a copy of the Kama Sutra with nude people all over the cover.]

What?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He takes several steps backward. And shutters his optics.]

Put--Put that down!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She blinks in confusion til she realizes what she's holding.]

...Oh. Huh. Wonder what he's got his for?

[She grins slyly.]

Was this for you two?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He... just does not know what to say. He sputters out a few things in Cybertronian before finally settling into English again.]

I... Wha--No! No it--no!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

He's got a couple of them. I didn't know he was so interested in human uh...'relationships'.

[She's terrible, seriously.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

What--no! No he... it must have been an accident!

[Oh this is not calming. This is awful. He doesn't know what to do.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'm sure.

[She grins, but she does stop waving the book in the air. Time to alphabetize!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[This is the part where he marches over, and collects the offending book between two fingers. Sorry Mikaela.]

This. Needs to leave my sight.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She makes a futile grab for the books.]

Ironhide, wait!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He holds them up over his head, before stalking over to the window... and... well.

Throwing them out.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[...She stares with her hands over her mouth, then bursts into laughter.]

Ratchet's gonna be soooo mad.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He glowers after the books, like he's making sure they're actually gone, and not going to come flying back.]

He will never notice. Has too much junk in here anyway.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's still laughing.]

I bet he does.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmn. C'mon. Just put the rest in order.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright.

[Organizes!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Just... watches this mystifying process.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Alphabetizes!]