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So who let the glow bugs out?
[Blackarachnia focuses the video on a rather large jar with a few of the strange glowing bugs trapped inside. She's been studying them since they appeared earlier and can't help but wonder where they came from. As her video pans out a little, anyone observant can see that there are more glowing bugs trapped in blue threads that just so happen to be making a dome around her somewhere in the junk pile.
Sometimes being a spider comes in handy.] | |
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[Drift has had a thought. So here he is with yet another of his inimitable locked posts.]
Those of you who saw Vandal's place it's... [A grimace. Yeah. He doesn't have to explain that, does he?]
We need to fix it. Get her a place she can stay that has, you know, no bad memories. And is safe.
[So here's the idea, and now a sort of awkward shuffle because, yeah, building and interior design really aren't his fortes.]
...any ideas? | |
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[An elbow or some errant piece of lab equipment must have activated the Link. Either that or Perceptor meant to say something, but was called away by whatever it was he's tinkering with. In this case, it's something under that big work-lamp of his, and vaguely resembles a small box. With a button on top.]
... I've utterly no memory of this. Why on Cybertron would there be...?
[Link feed forgotten, he peers lower, examining whatever this device may be.]
What could the button possibly --
[And, as if in retribution for the last time this happened being locked away from prying optics, something small, glowing, and flying on rotors buzzes right up into the tank's face. He jerks backwards, upwards, and...]
[CRACK goes the back of his head against the lamp.]
[The video goes dark, save for the lights on Perceptor's frame, and that of the glowing insectoid itself, buzzing happily about while the Autobot curses.] | |
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Repairs are complete. Much appreciated, First Aid. As a result, I am available once more for my services.
Firstforged, Prism was destroyed as a result of rescuing Vandal. I hope that concerning the most recent rule set firmly by Megatronus Prime that the circumstances were understandable. ( Locked to members of the Lost Light crew (Ambulon & First Aid included) ) | |
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[A rather smug looking Solus appears on screen, though she seems both pleased and vaguely irritated at once.]
My foolish brother is awake and recovered enough for visitors now, should you have business that needs his attention. He rests in the largest medbay within my temple if you wish to come by in person - the acolytes will show you in if you are unfamiliar with my territory.
[She freezes before she can say more, gaze slowly sliding back to something off screen.]
-Vector. I do believe I gave you every warning about walking in your current state. If you do not get back on that berth right this moment you shall not enjoy the results.
[Off screen and faint, Vector voices an indignant objection. Armor flaring dangerously, Solus spins around to deal with the sudden commotion as the transmission cuts off abruptly.] | |
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