30th Transmission - Semi-Open

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He had come to a conclusion. A conversation needed to be had. About... certain things. And he needed to do it now, before he lost his nerve.

Unfortunately, Ratchet wasn't in his room. Either of their rooms. Nor was he in the library, or the caves. Or the forest.

... How hard could it possibly be to find one neon Autobot? Especially on this boat?

Eventually, he winds his way up to the top deck, spending a moment staring out over the water, before heading toward the mini-golf course. Maybe the medic would be there.]



((ooc: Aimed at medicalofficer, but people can bump into him on his search if they like.))

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Sure enough, Ratchet could never get enough of inadvertant property destruction.

Thanks to a younger Ironhide's impatience, his various soil samples had been cross-contaminated and lost. So, he would simply have to replace them... A process he decided to start with the uppermost deck.

The golf course appeared to had been fixed since his last scientific escapade - Which gave him faith that they would be able to restore it once more, should he take a couple more samples.

Besides, the aim of the game of 'golf' was to knock a ball into one of the holes in the field - the addition of more holes should make the process easier, by his understanding.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's torn between relief that he's found his friend, and exasperation at what he's up to. He stands there, hand to his face for a second, before he manages to gather the strength to speak up.]

... Ratchet. Leave the dirt alone.

[He can do this. Right?]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, his now-miniaturized shovel in the middle of scooping up a small tuft of the green turf. Blinking, he glanced over at Ironhide sheepishly before straightening up.]

I am only replacing some of my older samples...

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, well...

[He shifts, glancing around at the empty deck. He looks about as uncomfortable as can be, looking everywhere but at the neon medic.]

... We... need to talk.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He carefully stores away the sample he's collected, crossing the course to get a better look at his teammate. His discomfort is obvious, though Ratchet was of the mind it had to do with his lost books - or perhaps the message he'd received from Phoenix.]

Is there a problem?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He folds his arms, shifting in place. No one else is around. It's just himself, and Ratchet. No one ever has to know about this.]

No. I... just...

[His intakes cycle heavily.]

We... should talk... about us.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet had to wonder if his audios were malfunctioning. He stared blankly for a moment, trying to process what had just happpened.

Was Ironhide... speaking to him about... personal matters?]

... 'Us'?

Ironhide, are you alright?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[That didn't help. He turned away, shrugging, and trying to reign in his temper. Never should have said anything. He knew this was a bad idea.]

I am fine--I... never mind. Forget it.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He frowned, taking another step closer.]

No, it is clearly important... I am just... surprised to hear you bring up anything personal.

If you wish to talk, let's talk.

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

_{[Oh hey there, Ironhide. There's Bumblebee, leaning on the railing and enjoying the feeling of the sea breeze on his exterior plating. He raises one hand in greeting to the older 'bot, music tumbling from his speakers.]}

♫ "Hello, hello--"

"Greetings!"

"Guten Tag."

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He looks up, not expecting to see another 'Bot around. He grimaces, slightly, trying to hide it in a roll of his shoulders. The mocking response to his... query... earlier was not forgotten.]

Bumblebee.

[He folds his arms, stopping a few feet away.]

What are you doing up here?

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

_{[Bumblebee shrugs in response, studying the other for a moment. Ironhide. Grumpy, as always.]}


♫ "I have to go out tonight--"

♫ "I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof)--"

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not... much to do up here. Thought you would be down racing.

[It made sense to him, anyway. Young, speedy little 'Bots always seemed fond of racing around.]

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

_{[Bumblebee shakes his head in an amused fashion.]}

♫ "I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street--"

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts, stepping back to lean against a wall.]

Suddenly, you dislike people? Never thought I would hear you say that.

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

_{['Bee sighs and shakes his head. No, no. Ironhide, you've got it wrong. Again.]}

"Everyone needs to be alone sometimes--"

"Solitude--"

"--just need some time to think."

[heavyweaponsbot]

Oh.

[He doesn't say much of anything for a couple moments. Does this mean he needs to leave? Or...?]

Should I go?

[embattled-angel.livejournal.com]

_{[Alita catches a glimpse of him as she perches herself on the railing, easy and secure in her own sense of balance. Then again, that water is a long way down.]}

You're an interesting looking cyborg.

_{[In her world, giant metal people are cyborgs.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stops, and gives her a glance. She's not anyone he recognizes, neither is her voice familiar.]

Not a cyborg. I am Autobot. Who are you?

[embattled-angel.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want to call it. The question is - do you have a human brain somewhere in there or are you a robot?

_{[Alita waves a hand.]}

I'm Alita.

[heavyweaponsbot]

My parts are entirely Cybertronian. I have no organic components.

[He looks offended she even suggested such a thing. Ew, squishy bits.]

Ironhide.

[embattled-angel.livejournal.com]

Well, you don't have to act like I just walked over your grave or something. Where I'm from the only people who look like you are cyborgs.

_{[She slips down from the railing and lands adroitly on the deck.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

Walked over my what.

[He does not ask questions. Just demands answers. He watches her move, shifting slightly with a creak of joints.]

We are no longer in your world. You should quit assuming.

[embattled-angel.livejournal.com]

I asked a polite question and you acted like I'd just gravely insulted you. Do you hate humans or something?

_{[Alita snorts.]}

And you should stop being rude.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I was. You think this frame has something organic in it? I do not hate your kind.

[He snorts too, mildly amused.]

No. That is part of my core personality programming.