[Open][Videp][Slightly back-dated to before Rung-death]

[skidaddle]

Okay.

This is easy enough.

I know some of you have been waiting for the Law Committee to become official, right?

Well now it is.

[He holds up a datapad with the current Law Committee Roster listed on it.]

I spent the past few weeks- [Trying to forget about being changed into a Sparkeater] -tracking everyone down and drafting this. Since we're supposed to be a de-facto political organization, this announcement is public so that anyone can make themselves heard if there are any issues.

[He used to work for Senator Shockwave--it sounds close enough to what politicians do.]

This, uh, is the last time I'm going to do this, since from now on I'm in charge of zoning. Speaking of which--who was it that wanted roads built again?

Is that a thing?

Anyway.

Look this over, and speak up if I made any huge mistakes.

((OOC note: If you are on the Law Committee, feel free to assume that Skids has contacted you and gotten your opinion on what branch of the Committee you want to be on~ If you aren't on the Law Committee and want to be, give a poke here too!))

Comments

[redshirtrobot]

I'm not surprised. But I'm sorry he's doing that.

[That seems pretty terrible, really.]

Well, sometimes Decepticons are pretty awful. Especially to each other. It makes sense that... someone would be upset about it.

[skidaddle]

Yeah.

Me too.

[He was really sorry, because Knock Out really had those beautiful, sculpted shoulders, and...well. It could have been fun.]

Wait, don't tell me he's hurt you before?

[redshirtrobot]

[It could still be fun, though. It's not like this makes Knock Out a different person. Which Fracas would mention, if Skids didn't say that.]

What? N-no. Honestly I never saw him before I got here. I didn't get injured and he wasn't. One for mingling with the troops. Other officers, though, they sometimes... swatted us around, I guess you could say.

[skidaddle]

But not him?

[You're actually making a pretty good case for forgiving the sports car, Fracas.]

[redshirtrobot]

Not to my knowledge. I-I mean, obviously I don't know what happened behind closed doors.

[Being hurt by officers was common enough that it never ended up as gossip, really.]