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

Not at all.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His audios are still resetting, dammit.]

My room... where else?

wtf lj.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's not even gonna respond. Instead give her a few minutes and she's banging on the door.]

Tell me about it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just grunts. He's still sprawled on the floor, letting his systems reset.]

i feel your pain.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She bursts in, and launches herself at him to give him an awkward (and a little painful - why so pointy Ironhide) and tearful hug.]

/bawls

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He was not expecting that. He sits up, utterly confused, and stares down at her.]

What... hey. Going to make me rust.

/comfort

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She leans back a little, letting her arms fall. That doesn't last, though. Instead, she shakes a finger at him, face still damp.]

Don't you ever do that again! You hear me? Ever!

[heavyweaponsbot]

It was not intentional. Never thought a building could... do that.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Well, you should know better! What were you thinking? Why didn't you call any of us?

[She looks somewhere between absolutely pissed off and ready to burst into tears again.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

How was I supposed to know it would happen? No one informed me.

[He shrugs. He knows this is a bad excuse, but it's all he's got.] ... Thought there was no time to.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

How long does it take to send a message?

[She frowns at him.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs again.]

I... am sorry.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I was worried.

[Devastated is more like it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I... thought as much.

[What more can he do, besides apologize?]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Well, he can't change it, so there's no point in being mad at him.

Well, sort of. She still wants to shake him til his head rattles.]

I mean...think about how you felt when I died!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He nods, hunching his shoulders.]

I heard. Your posts are still on the network.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She nods vacantly, struggling to keep her composure.]

I...don't care...how not permanent it is here. You can't do that again. You're the most important person in the world to me, Ironhide, and just...the thought of losing you...

[Okay, so maybe she's not all that composed. Here come the tears again.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Easy.

[He sort of... awkwardly reaches over to pat her.] I am not that easy to kill.

[Hell, if there hadn't been shards of lighting stuck in him when the ceiling went down, he probably would have gotten back up again.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You're not supposed to die at all. You're...invincible. You're Ironhide.

You don't...die.

[This has seriously shaken her up.]

AHAHAH I totally thought I tagged this back.

[heavyweaponsbot]

If Optimus can fall in battle, Mikaela... why not me? He... was supposed to be invincible.

I came back. Everything... is all right.

[He means it. Things are fine.]

8D /sneaks tags in

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She gives a quick shake of her head. Optimus is, of course, a good fighter - she's seen it.

But this is Ironhide. He's a tank. He just...he doesn't die.]

Yeah. Everything's just fine.

You sneaky thing.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He nudges her with a hand, trying to make her a little less... whatever it is. Upset?]

Mean that.

<33

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She smiles faintly at him, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.]

Yeah. It's...great. I just...

[She clears her throat.]

I just can't lose anyone else...anymore.

<33

[heavyweaponsbot]

It will take more than a broken ceiling to take me down permanently...

[The strength is back in his voice, the surety. He means that, and he wants her to know it.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, of course.

[Straightening, she gives him another smile, this one a little stronger.]


Just uh...try not to do it again?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Another nudge, with those big, scarred knuckles of his.]

I can try. No promises. At least... here.