re_alignment | [Audio]

[Someone had their beauty sleep.

And by beauty sleep, we mean he looks and sounds like he's been to the Pit and back.

It'd been almost two weeks since Wheeljack fell unconscious. Two weeks too long, if you asked him. He awoke, the feeling of his head buzzing and and his optics blurry. Oh, and pain. Lots and lots of pain. But the question was...where was he? This place seemed familiar...

His eyes almost immediately widened, remembering everything. Parting ways with Ratchet after the Iacon relic hunt, finding Bulkhead on that medical berth with nothing but an Energon line running through him. The fight with Hardshell, Miko saving him...being cast out from Team Prime and going solo...

The attack on Prime's base.

Being tortured at the hands of Starscream and Shockwave. All of it was as clear as crystal. And if it wasn't, he had a few friendly reminders in the large horizontal scar across his midsection, and a somewhat buzzy neural net. But Wheeljack wasn't one to let that stop him. As soon as he awoke, he found no one around him, probably stepping out for some fresh air.

Why not follow suit? The Wrecker stood up, his legs feeling practically like liquid as he took a few steps, hesitating every so often. His communicator goes on audio, the sound of a door slamming open and the loud footsteps of someone lacking...eloquence in their walk.]

...So.

What'd I miss.

[Guess who's back.]

Locked to Prime!Scream and Prime!Shockwave (separately)

Where are you.

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Everyone is losing their minds, basically.

How are you feeling?

Sounds like a typical day here on ol' Cybertron.

I've been better. Had a little party with Screamy and Shockwave back home.

True.

[hmm] I never quite understood how the entire... whatever it is that happened to you, how it works. You have an out-of-body experience? ['Cause that all sounds like some mystical bull, but... Well, given the circumstances.] Or do you suddenly gain the memories of what happened to you in a different timeline?

You're askin' the wrong bot on that, doc. All I know is, I passed out in the middle of nowhere, I'm back home...but I didn't remember anythin' from here.

It's like it never existed.

Then after I spend a little quality time with some Cons, I'm back here. And I remember everythin'.

I... see.

[No, he doesn't.]

I suppose the Firstforged would know. But I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.

[And a pause]

[He's]

[He's gonna do it man]

[HE'S GONNA DO IT]

Do you... wish to talk. About it? I guess.

[GOOD TRY]

[YOU DID IT.

YOU DID THE THING.]

Talk--I'm not really one for...chit-chat, Doc.

More like the kind to just waste it away gettin' fragged on high-grade.

[But hey, you can join him.]

[HE'S SO PROUD.

BUT MORE HURM.]

Don't worry. I'm not the best with words, either. [huff] But I should go to make sure you don't drink yourself into another coma.

I'd try and counter that with somethin' but...

You'd probably be right. I'd rather not be comatose when I got a lot of scrap to deal with.

It's good to see you've still got some common sense.

[This might just be lighthearted, playful jabbing, or he could be very serious. It's hard to tell. You choose which.]

You flatter me, doc.

[He's going to assume it's the jabbing. No one's ever serious about that to him.]

So, you comin'?

Yes. I'll be there shortly. Try to keep the drinks down to a minimum of one until I arrive.

I'll do my best, doc. But a drink doesn't usually hold me for long.

Better put that alt mode to some use.

[frown] I thought we agreed you weren't going to drink yourself into an overcharged stupor?

[sigh] I'm not sure you'll even fit, but if push comes to shove...

Fine, fine. I'll behave. I'd rather not take a trip inside the wonderful world of Ambulon.

[Awwwkwarrrrddd.]

See ya at the Hub.

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