32nd Transmission -- Forward-Dated just a few hours

[heavyweaponsbot]

[An accidental transmission, this time. Silence at first. Is it recording from the site of the downed ceiling?

... Judging from the sudden gasp of air through intake cycles, no, it's not. There's no slow wakening when you're an Autobot. Everything comes back online at once. And you lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to get your bearings.]


Where...? Oh.

[Metal creaks, and he groans, deciding against moving for the moment.]

What happened?



((ooc: So. What do you lose when you're a giant robot who wears no clothing? Or carries possessions? Either way, he's back in his room. Bracing himself for scolding.))

Comments

[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

Ironhide.

[Takes a few moments to keep himself from shouting indescriminately.]

Status.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It... takes him a minute. What's making noise? Oh.]

... Online.

[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

Good. Ratchet's on his way to you I assume.

...

And YOU are a slagging first grade IDIOT!

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am not injured.

Why? Because I tried to help? Because I thought there was an innocent life to be saved?

[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

I'd rather hear that from Ratchet.

It's not your intentions I'm questioning. Couldn't have at least told ONE of us you were going in?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

...

Status and location. Now.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh... no.]

My quarters... online.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[There's no reply except the growl of an engine. He's on his way there.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He'll just get up off the floor to brace for the medic's arrival. He is so in trouble.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't bother knocking, throwing open the door - It takes a good deal of restraint not to tackle the idiot to the ground.

Oh, you really are in trouble.]

You have three nanoseconds to explain yourself.

1/3

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

IRONHIDE!

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Not so loud. Audio receptors still... resetting.

Hey.

[Commentlog] AUGH THAT ICON <333

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike doesn't answer, he just sprints over to Ironhide's room and slips in through the window.

His grin looks like it might split his face.]

You're okay!

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[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

You stupid slagger. Getting into mortal danger is my job.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Ugh...

Was I supposed to wait and let an innocent suffer? Had no way of knowing it was a trap for sure.

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

...Aside from the obvious, of course.

[So help you if you try lying to him too, Ironhide.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I am functional.

[Which isn't a lie. Everything is working...]

[tic-tech-turtle.livejournal.com]

Good.

I'm glad to see you safely returned.

[He's short because he was worried. And a bit ticked off. But mostly worried.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah... you and a lot of others.

[Not to say he doesn't appreciate it. He probably will more when all his systems finish refreshing and changing back into their preferred settings.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[her voice is a shriek]

Ironhide!

I love it when my notifs don't work.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[sfhdkdf OW. WOMAN. THAT HURTS.]

...

Yeah?

you aren't getting them? D:

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She can't help it okay 8(]

Where are you.

Not at all.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His audios are still resetting, dammit.]

My room... where else?