Log entry no. 03

Nov 01, 2005 14:16

*Raven sits with her feet up on the desk, legs crossed at the ankles, tapping a stylo against the side of a datapad absentmindedly and flicking her optics over the onscreen contents from behind her visor. Behind her, in one corner of the dimly-lit room, the five cubes of energon she'd managed to obtain from Thrust lay piled in a semi-organized heap along with several others.*

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I've just come back from having a conversation with startactician. It seems he's developed a soft spot for a certain Monitor-class Decepticon, which I suppose I could see as potentially quite amusing. It'll certainly be interesting to see where things might go from here in regards to the tactician himself, but if I've gotten my facts and connections right-- and some of the rumors that've been floating around can be said to have some element of truth in them --this whole scenario could end up becoming a little... complicated.

Hmm.

Oh yes. And the flame-colored Prime is having a Halloween celebration. I have yet to decide whether or not I want to go, since I currently lack both a costume and the bother. Plus, I'm perfectly happy to stay here for now and continue keeping tabs on various goings-on. I might think about going later, if I decide I want to join in.

Though I probably won't.

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