re_alignment | Accidental video

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tf: prime | ratchet

Accidental video

[Guess what everybody.

You will be greeted by the sounds of a snoring old bot. The feed pans out to show Ratchet, slumped over his desk. Head in his arms. He looks to be in Percy's lab, to those of who are familiar with it. The bot looks rather exhausted. But suddenly there's a loud beeping noise, a timer going off.

Ratchet's body sits up automatically with a shrill sound, which lasts a good moment or two before his hand scrambles to turn off the timer. His surprised expression soon deflates and he stares ahead of himsf at the green vials at his desk.

To those who are familiar with that color? You will notice that it's synthetic energon.

Slowly he lies his head back down on the desk, muttering.]

I'll put a tiger in his... tanknnn...

[Looks like he's falling back into stasis.]

Threaded | Flat

[LAUGHING SO HARD. CLAPPING LIKE A DEMENTED SEAL.

yeah, this one's a keeper.]

You know what. On second thought, maybe I'll go elsewhere for that upgrade. Last thing I need right now is a tiger in my tank.

Edited 2014-02-06 19:46 (UTC)

I think someone is in desperate need of taking a step back from his work.

[ he has no room to talk. But he IS interested in what this Ratchet is working on. ]

Ratch, I think need you need to go lay down on a real berth.

Edited 2014-02-06 19:52 (UTC)

...

Go on.

[Is that a small smile? Wheeljack, you're not...recording this, are you.]

... You are aware the device is recording, yes?

[Well. You don't sound half dead anymore, Percy. But you still sound pretty awful.]

[Those. Are green. Those are green.

Fracas slowly puts his face in his hands and groans.]

That's it. I'm giving up on all of you. I'm locking myself in my quarters and waiting until the zombiepocalypse kills you all.
And then I'm going to say 'I told you so' when you come back to life.

But maybe you should try getting some actual sleep before unwittingly unleashing the undead.

[Knock Out's reply comes in the form of a really loud, really awesome, guitar riff.]

[Blurr doesn't want to startle him so he sends a text instead.]

Ratchet please, you need to stop and recharge properly.

[ okay, so maybe there's a hand over his mouth. because he's trying REAL HARD not to snicker too loudly. ]

... Er, Ratchet? Are you... ah, all right?

[Genuine concern, he's side-eyeing the synthetic energon on the desk.]

Is...everything all right?

[No, he hasn't met you yet, but anyone asleep at a desk has been working WAY TOO LONG and should be checked in on. Yes, it's his job to be concerned.]