[Accidental Video]

[rednotbluethx]

[The communicator switches on accidentally thanks to a tired hand slap. For nearly five minutes, you are exposed to just one scene: Frenzy, now a Cassetticon again, spooning and curled up around a stuffed, taxidermy green iguana. Behind him, a burnt and busted mannequin leg. Five whole minutes of just watching Frenzy sleep and occasionally grunt and snore and even once start moving his feet like he's running before he half-wakes. Half-aware he's reaching for a bottle of whisky, taking a drink - then sitting upright and spitting the nasty human crap all over the communicator. Hope you liked that image.]

[Then...]

Oh.

[Slowly, it dawns on him--] Scrap! [He fusses with the doused communicator before the feed cuts.]

Comments

[mccrane]

[McCrane sees you.]

Frenzy.

[rednotbluethx]

[It takes a bit of time before he responds. Sounding very hung-over.]

Whazzit? Who're you? Who'vur you are, yer ugly.

[mccrane]

I am McCrane, of the Police Force.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

[Don't worry--he's patient.]

[rednotbluethx]

Police, ya say?

[Hmmmmm]

[Head rub]

[belch]

Nah.

[mccrane]

I'm afraid it is not optional.

[rednotbluethx]

What? Why!?

I dinnit do nuttin' wrong!

[pause]

If dis is 'bout last night, these things--they ain't sentient, okay?

[snort] Tha Hell, I don't havta answer to you!

[mccrane]

It isn't about last night.

It's about Four.

[You're so...small. And defensive. It surprises him that you're the culprit.]

[rednotbluethx]

[What are you trying to say, sir.]

What about-- [Oh. Oh, right.] The ragdoll! Huh. I vaguely... recall somefin' about him. [head scratch] Jus' dat he's annoyin' an' can't even tawk. [shrug]

Why, you guys plannin' on throwin' some sorta party for the little scraplet? Well, can't help ya. Too busy, don't care, go away.

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

... Erm. You all right there, Frenzy?

[It seems polite to ask, if nothing else. And, no matter what else, she feels sympathy with all who were changed in this little hiccup.]

[Video]

[rednotbluethx]

I'm fine, sexy. [oily smirk] How you doin'? [He kind of shoves the iguana away a second later.]

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[Have a brief stare, before she shakes her helm slightly. It was too good for him not to do that, wasn't it?]

If you say so. And I weren't among the changed ones, so I consider myself lucky... and all right.

[Even if the Grimlock thing could have gone badly.]

... Maybe you should get your tanks flushed, if you accidentally swallowed some of that.

[Video]

[rednotbluethx]

Changed? [headtilt] Whatta mean "changed"?

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

A whole bunch of people switched species. I believe you were among them.

[Helmtilt.]

You don't remember that?

[Video]

[rednotbluethx]

I dunno? [head scratch] Everthin' kinda-a blur right now. Could be I drank some of dis scrap. [He picks up the whisky bottle and throws it]

But, 'ey, what did I look like? Was I really cool?

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

I have no idea what you would have been supposed to eat as... whatever you were, but hopefully you didn't drink that.

And, ah... some sort of lizard? I believe? Grimlock was changed as well, if what I saw [at a distance, mind, and given that there'd been no accompanying, accidental or not, broadcast she couldn't be sure] was what you were, you were quite similar to what he turned into.

Just less feathers.

[tearsofsteel]

[Albert's sure glad this changing business is all over with.]

Try using a siren next time.

A lot more subtle.

[rednotbluethx]

Ffuzzat? [his head huuuurts]

[tearsofsteel]

Are you Frenzy?

[rednotbluethx]

[He goes to tell you DAMN RIGHT HE'S FRENZY but... Wait. No wait, he remembers something...]

Why you askin'? Got me a twin, yanno.

[tearsofsteel]

Just curious.

Maybe your twin can tell us.

[rednotbluethx]

He's kinna busy. I can tell 'im fer ya. I don't normally take messages from no one but the boss, buuuut... Whatta wanna know? I'll pass it on.

[tearsofsteel]

Come on, giving a name can't be hard.

Unless you're having memory problems.

[rednotbluethx]

Yer a cocky li'l scum-guzzler, ain'tcha? [smirk] I ain't gotta tell you nuttin'. An', really! Here I was offerin' to send my bro a message fer ya. Guess it weren't all that important, huh?

[tearsofsteel]

I guess not. I guess I can just tell you.

After all, he won't know.

[rednotbluethx]

Spit it out, nimrod, or ferver hold yer tongue.

[tearsofsteel]

Your brother's in trouble. And hiding in Megatronus' quadrant won't keep him safe forever.

Because knowing your brother? He's going to slip up.

[rednotbluethx]

Pssh. Trouble? In trouble fer wat? Did he give one-a you's a booboo? Hurt yer feelin's?

[tearsofsteel]

Not mine. Four's.

[Frenzy's 'twin' is confirming a lot of suspicions.]

[rednotbluethx]

Fo--oh.

The toy dat can't tawk, right. Well, if my... bro hurt his feelin's, tell tha li'l sockpuppet t'grow some more stuffing an' gid over it.

[treacherous_widow]

So, got a thing for lizards or is that iguana special?

[rednotbluethx]

Wat're you tryin' to say? I jus' work up wit' it by me! I dinnit do nuttin' wit' it! [gags]

[treacherous_widow]

I wasn't saying anything. You processor is making assumptions.