re_alignment | [Video | Liege's Temple ] Joint Post w/ Prowl + Chromedome

Chromedome, shine that light onto the door lock.

[ There’s a lot of shifting and plinking as whatever lock was just referred to gets tinkered with. Inside the closet, it was difficult to see what was going on with the only light being provided originating from the energon lines of whomever was inside. ]

Yeah yeah...

[Chromedome attempts to shine his light the best he can around Prowl, who happens to be seated firmly on his lap. Though he’s always known this, he can’t help but notice, right now in particular, how big and heavy Prowl is. This is not a nice discovery to make when said person is tied to you.]

You know, I think your feet are taking up half our closet space.

[ Not ideal lighting, but it was something Prowl can work with. Optics narrow at the magnetic mechanism sitting in between them and freedom, determined to get it to unlock. ]

Stop moving. This is delicate enough without my hands being jostled.

[ Whatever Prowl was referring to was probably miniscule. An extra fidget or shift as the light was fixed into place. It was simply amplified while they were pressed together like this. There’s a slight whirr as the missile casing on his back shifts to get out of the way of the light. They may or may not find a comfortable spot in Chromedome’s face. ]

Hey

[Chromedome tries not to move Prowl more than necessary, despite the painful thump in the face he just received.]

I’m not really a finger pointer, but I can’t help but feel like this is your fault somehow..

[ Both missiles stay in place, comfortably pressed back. ]

Hardly. I’m not the one who-

[ Something whines before breaking with the tiniest of metallic rings. Oh. ]

[ oh. ]

[ He’s just going to doublecheck that what just happened didn’t happen brb.]

[Nope.]

[It just happened.]

...The lock is broken.

...You’re not serious....

I’m always serious.

...

We should probably call for help then.

[Chromedome would have tried picking it with his needles, but there’s no way he can reach the door while he’s currently tied up in Prowl’s cables. Desperate times call for desperate measures.]

...Make it an audio broadcast.

[ This is already embarrassing as it was, and now it just got worse by several orders of magnitude. Namely because people outside of him and Chromedome now had to know about this. Why. ]

...Private. To Perceptor.

Hang on, let’s see if I can even reach mine.

[The communicator is jostled a little before it’s moved to show a slightly flustered looking Chromedome. Upon seeing the little light on, Chromedome simply stares at it for a moment.]

Hey Prowl, I have some good news and some bad news.

[ The missile right next to Chromedome’s face shifts a little. ]

We’ve been broadcasting this whole time, haven’t we?

Yes we have.

[ The link now gets to bear witness to the loudest and most exasperated Prowl sigh anyone has ever heard in recent history. ]

Of course.

[Chromedome isn’t nearly as embarrassed as Prowl is. Though he’s a little mortified, he’s sure he’ll look back on this a week from now and laugh about it. But right now he has to get them out of this closet.]

If you can’t tell, Prowl and I are in a little bit of a situation. We’re, ah, stuck in a closet in Liege’s temple, and wouldn’t mind a little help. Good luck in the maze. First to find us gets drinks courtesy of Prowl.

[Nevermind that drinks are technically free, it’s the thought that counts.]

...Rewind I can explain.

[Maybe.]

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My what now?

... Yeah, sure. Gimme coordinates, and I can get there.

Basically, I've got recordings on most of what you've done for the past...oh...four million years.

[That's not creepy.]

Just meet me outside Alpha Trion's temple, okay?

... You gotta be kiddin' me.

[surprisingly? That's pretty good news right there.]

Yeah, sure.

Wouldn't bet on it!

Need a refresher? I can pull together a clipshow for you. It's...kind of a hobby.

[A pause.]

Meet you there.

I been missing all that time out of my memory banks... and just like that... you waltz in with it?

[HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE.]

Right. Sure thing.

Pretty crazy how that works, huh, big guy?

That's one word for it... yeah.

Sounds like we've got a lot to talk about on our drive.

I'll be outside, when you get here.

I don't think four million years is gonna get covered on a drive.

[But he's rolling out anyway.]

[And Rewind'll be outside, waiting for him!

Hope you don't mind that he's itty bitty.]

[BEEP BEEP here comes the tank, Weewind.]

[And he pops open a door for the little guy.]

[It doesn't take him long to climb in, although it's a slightly tighter squeeze than for, say, a human. he has to sit a little bit sideways to fit.]

Thanks for the life, big guy!

[He waits until Rewind is wedged in, before taking off again.]

Sooner those two quit complaining, the better.

You have no idea.

[He gives a huff and folds his arms, looking out the window.]

Prowl's not exactly a good influence on Chromedome.

Hey, Prowl's not that bad.

[Says the guy who punched him in the face.]

Kinda stuffy and scrap, but not that bad.

To you, maybe. But when you're a Mnemosurgeon, he's on you faster than a sparkeater.

[He's at least trying to be civil about this.]

And that's what your buddy back there is?

Yeeep. A Mnemosurgeon who's easily enabled.

[Another huff.]

It can kill you, so I tell Chromedome not to do it.

An' you think Prowl's in the closet, trying to talk him into surgeon-ing someone.

...

Inside a closet.

Believe me. It's not as unlikely as you think.

It's the topic of conversation every time they're in a room together.

[Or most.]

That can't be all they got to talk about...

[Are we there yet.]

Trust me on this. I record everything.

[Lucky for you, Ironhide, Liege's quadrant's just up ahead!]

Yeah, 'cause that isn't creepy.

[He pulls up to a stop near the temple, swinging the doors open.]

It's archiving.

[There's a difference, okay. Shut your face.

Nevertheless, he hopes out of those doors, barely fitting out, and 'dusting' himself off.]

Okay, let's get them out. And maybe kill them.

...kidding on the killing part.

Ah-huh.

[As soon as the little guy is clear, he transforms, marching on up to the building.]

No one is killin' anyone on my watch. Yell at 'em all you want, I'm not getting in the middle of that.

I'm drawing the line at killing.

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