[Open to All][Dual-post from Ultra Magnus and McCrane]

[mccrane]

[There is a lot McCrane has to get through in this, but it is less daunting with assistance. He stands by Ultra Magnus, barely fitting in the same frame due to their size difference.]

As you may have heard, both Ultra Magnus and I have taken over as head of Police since Blurr's resignation. We will be conducting all affairs pertaining to the safety of the populace residing within Haven, so if you encounter a threatening situation or require assistance, please do not hesitate to contact us or our new secretary, Cody Burns.

All members of the Police Force should check in at this time, as well as any prospective applicants.

[You'll get a nifty badge for doing so. Also, it'll help them figure out who they can send on assignments~]

We won't be able to do our jobs to the best of our abilities without set laws, however, so we are requesting the Law Committee to designate a Head of Operations to organize new laws and report them to us.

[Without official laws, the police are technically nothing more than a well-equipped band of enforcers.]

Pharma will need to undergo his trial, as well, since we do not have the manpower to keep him confined to Liege's temple for much longer.

[McCrane has been over there roughly once per day, and really...there was nothing to prevent him from walking out beyond the threat of Tarn.]

Finally, a number of our data-pads have gone missing lately. We are in the process of an investigation, but if anyone has any information or a similar crime to report, it would be appreciated.

Thank you.


[Locked to Cody]
Cody, if you would not mind could you put out a call to all medics and determine where they operate out of? It would be useful to be able to direct both organics and robots to the appropriate facilities in case of emergency.



[Locked to Tarn]
I would like to speak with you a moment about an incident that occurred over Christmas, please.

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[sciencetank]

Primus. As if I didn't have enough to worry about.

Yes, well. Consider yourself lucky you're not acquainted with his more... loose... form. So to speak.

The Commander and high grade don't mix terribly well together. Not to mention the inclusion of handcuffs... that was a disaster I'm still trying to buff out of my plating.

[MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL, POLICE BOT.]

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[mccrane]

The Haven has a never-ending supply of situations that cause worry.

I'm sure--

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[mccrane]

[Did you just say...]

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[mccrane]

I'm sorry, what?

[sciencetank]

...

Are you asking for clarification, or am I to use smaller words?

[mccrane]

Clarification, please. I understood the words, but I feel like there were parts missing.

[He'll start with the first one that he didn't know about.]

Ultra Magnus gets drunk?

[sciencetank]

Once, yes. I allowed him the use of my lab for the purpose of safe intoxication.

Which was a foolproof plan, until he found the handcuffs. No one got out of that evening unscathed.

[mccrane]

That sounds like an experiment in control...

Ah. Up until there was none, at least.

I am glad that there were no lasting effects, at least?

[sciencetank]

Not particularly. Simply an outlet.

Mm, no. Though I did manage some rather fascinating data on the Commander's stamina and physical endurance.

[Perceptor are you even listening to yourself.]

[mccrane]

On.

His. Limits?

[McCrane might be a little close to breaking.]

He has limits?

[sciencetank]

Of course! We all do, when we hit sensory overload.

[... Except Perceptor's talking about the kind that knocks you on your backside when you've had way too much to drink.]

[mccrane]

I find it hard to imagine him overloaded.

[Ultra Magnus seems like he'd carry on, no matter what.]

Th...that must be valuable data.

[sciencetank]

Wheeljack and myself certainly saw enough of it...

All data is valuable data. One must simply find an application for it after its acquisition.

[mccrane]

[What sort of application could possibly benefit from knowing....oh. Hm.]

Was he happier?

[sciencetank]

In the moment, certainly. I do believe he quite regretted the ah... aftermath.

[mccrane]

I think I understand why.

He maintains such impeccable control of himself.

Usually.

What was the aftermath?

[sciencetank]

Dents, cursing and structural damage to my laboratory.

[mccrane]

[...stare.]

Oh.

[This is not good.]

My apologies. I can see why he regrets that.

Perhaps.

Perhaps it would be best for him not to experience that overload again.

Though I think he could benefit from taking a break from time to time.

[Like McCrane is one to talk. Still, once a month couldn't hurt!]

[sciencetank]

I daresay he enjoyed himself in the moment...

[He waves a hand, dismissively.]

I doubt he has any intention of repeating the experience. The handcuffs were something of a turnoff to the entire affair.

Should he desire to try again, I can certainly make better preparations. But... that's rather up to him.

[mccrane]

Do you know why he wanted to try in the first place?

[McCrane is curious.]

[sciencetank]

It was actually my suggestion, though why he invited Wheeljack, I will never know.

[mccrane]

I...

Think that may explain the destruction, at least.

[sciencetank]

Of course it does. Wheeljack couldn't be careful in a delicate situation if his life depended upon it.

[mccrane]

I..

I would not know.

[He's still so boggled by all of this. Help.]

Thank you for your candor...ah.

[And then he realizes he's been lax.]

Sir.

[sciencetank]

Perceptor!

You're not one of my lab assistants, nor Smokescreen, so it would be foolish of me to ask that you address me as either of them do.