A log of the semi-open variety
Who: Pete Cheney and Sentinel Prime, somewhat open to anyone else who was present and is interested.
Where: East Side Middle School, or what's left of it.
When: Wednesday, shortly after this. Backdated log is backdated.
Warnings: Pete spazzing out, so probably swearing. Sentinel being a douche.
Summary: Once upon a time, Sentinel let Starscream turn him into a robot and didn't tell anyone. The proverbial cat is about to be let out of the proverbial bag.
Format: Quickparathinger
Another day, another Joker-fueled disaster. Sentinel supposed he ought to be used to it by now. The school was a total loss, but at least the casualties had been minimal. And no one seemed to be blaming the police force for the Joker's shenanigans. Not that they should; they had after all captured him often enough. It was just a failure of the legal system that they couldn't keep him locked up for long.
Under normal circumstances, Sentinel loathed getting his hands dirty. But the tragic destruction of a random middle school was just the kind of public relations opportunity he couldn't ignore. Plus, the need to move the larger pieces of rubble had given him an excuse to bring the tank out. So he was more than content to sift through the debris for signs of life, occasionally pausing to give a statement to the press.
Where: East Side Middle School, or what's left of it.
When: Wednesday, shortly after this. Backdated log is backdated.
Warnings: Pete spazzing out, so probably swearing. Sentinel being a douche.
Summary: Once upon a time, Sentinel let Starscream turn him into a robot and didn't tell anyone. The proverbial cat is about to be let out of the proverbial bag.
Format: Quickparathinger
Another day, another Joker-fueled disaster. Sentinel supposed he ought to be used to it by now. The school was a total loss, but at least the casualties had been minimal. And no one seemed to be blaming the police force for the Joker's shenanigans. Not that they should; they had after all captured him often enough. It was just a failure of the legal system that they couldn't keep him locked up for long.
Under normal circumstances, Sentinel loathed getting his hands dirty. But the tragic destruction of a random middle school was just the kind of public relations opportunity he couldn't ignore. Plus, the need to move the larger pieces of rubble had given him an excuse to bring the tank out. So he was more than content to sift through the debris for signs of life, occasionally pausing to give a statement to the press.