heavyweaponsbot: (Sideglance FTW)
[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 [livejournal.com profile] medicalofficer, but people can bump into him on his search if they like.))
heavyweaponsbot: (Now rise up)

Ratchet...

Found what we needed.  Care of a... social gathering.  Do not ask, I do not want to discuss it.



You still worked up over that organic? 

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