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re_alignment2013-04-24 11:08 pm
fun_police) wrote in re_alignment2013-04-24 11:08 pm
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[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.]
[ 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.]
[Action]
[He sputters some, but doesn't haul Rewind off. The little guy is an Autobot, after all.]
You mind?
[Action]
Well, yeah. I do mind you leaving me in the dust if you go barreling through walls.
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
And Prowl, I guess.
[Action]
Which way?
[Action]
Keep heading this way. I don't think it's too far.
[Action]
[FORWARD MARCH.]