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[chopshopgoddess]

Uh, Bee, Ratchet, Ironhide?

You guys mind if we get together sometime soonish?

...

Everyone else okay? No one got struck by lightening up top the other night, right? [Ha...ha...lame, Mikaela.]

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[soldierbee]

Sure.

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[chopshopgoddess]

Great. Where are you right now?

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[soldierbee]

Sergei's, fueling up. Should I meet you somewhere?

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[chopshopgoddess]

That's probably be the best thing to do. The room, maybe?

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[soldierbee]

Sure, I'll be there in just a minute.

[Vroom vroom]

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[chopshopgoddess]

Awesome. See you soon.

[She's perched on the bed, poking through a book.]

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee rolls right up to the door and knocks; he'd left the card key, oops. Though he'd rather Mikaela hang on to it than him, he doesn't need a bed to sleep in after all.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[She'll scramble up to go fling the door open for him.]

Sorry! Forgot to leave it unlocked.

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee waves his hand; he'd much rather she keep it locked, after all. He heads inside, tucking in his wings to fit through the door and has a seat on the ground.

He perks his antennae and wings up, as if asking what she wanted to talk about.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[She just goes right to it (after flopping next to him).]

So, did you go up on deck the other night?

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[soldierbee]

[He nods, tilting his head. Only briefly though; he didn't hang around after the cardinal took off.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

Me too. What d'you make of it all?