feeling moderately better [OPEN]
Who: Dudewave! And those interesting in visiting, I guess.
What: A recovering 'Con and anyone who wishes to drop by.
Where: The Awesome Warehouse of Bayformer Cool. Less explosions now.
Summary: Soundwave was a moron and attempted to rescue Mikaela on his own, got his skidplate whooped, and this is the result. Jolly good times.
Notes: Post-Mikaela ULTRA RESCUE TIME, in order to make this a little less headachey.
Probably one of the things he rarely shares is that Soundwave doesn't have his own dreams. He can't remember the last time he's ever actually dreamed on his own. Not even a nightmare pertaining to his tapes, his kids. Everything in his mind at night is usually linked to someone else, all not on purpose; he can't really help it when they're recharging. Feeling their signals, dreaming their dreams. Starscream's night terrors, or Dead End dreaming of bungee jumping.
Yeah, he never got that one either.
However, his power has been so low in the past few days that he couldn't even instinctively read into any signals. He's been unconscious, incapable of reaching out.
So things have been black. Nothing. And sort of frightening in how he was cut off from the world here.
When he wakes, his visor flickers to life, his optic ridges knitted in worry. He emits a static-filled noise, almost like a wail at first, then he settles down on the berth. Still injured, but repaired by careful servos. Ratchet or Screamer or both, he guesses.
His head falls back against the berth with a clang.
Smelt yeah, it feels good to be awake again.
He takes a moment, trying to find Starscream's electrical signal. Someone's. Anyone's. He won't read into it, but he needs to sense someone.
What: A recovering 'Con and anyone who wishes to drop by.
Where: The Awesome Warehouse of Bayformer Cool. Less explosions now.
Summary: Soundwave was a moron and attempted to rescue Mikaela on his own, got his skidplate whooped, and this is the result. Jolly good times.
Notes: Post-Mikaela ULTRA RESCUE TIME, in order to make this a little less headachey.
Probably one of the things he rarely shares is that Soundwave doesn't have his own dreams. He can't remember the last time he's ever actually dreamed on his own. Not even a nightmare pertaining to his tapes, his kids. Everything in his mind at night is usually linked to someone else, all not on purpose; he can't really help it when they're recharging. Feeling their signals, dreaming their dreams. Starscream's night terrors, or Dead End dreaming of bungee jumping.
Yeah, he never got that one either.
However, his power has been so low in the past few days that he couldn't even instinctively read into any signals. He's been unconscious, incapable of reaching out.
So things have been black. Nothing. And sort of frightening in how he was cut off from the world here.
When he wakes, his visor flickers to life, his optic ridges knitted in worry. He emits a static-filled noise, almost like a wail at first, then he settles down on the berth. Still injured, but repaired by careful servos. Ratchet or Screamer or both, he guesses.
His head falls back against the berth with a clang.
Smelt yeah, it feels good to be awake again.
He takes a moment, trying to find Starscream's electrical signal. Someone's. Anyone's. He won't read into it, but he needs to sense someone.