Transcript: morning, Rodimus Prime's quarters

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus Prime's everpresent typist enters his quarters, cautiously when she sees that the light is still off.*

Typist: ...Roddy?

*Atop the berth, Rodimus stirs painfully. The moogle trots over and pokes his hand where it hangs over.*

Typist: Roddy, you're missing a staff meeting.

Rodimus: ...mrf. Good. *stirs, lifts his head up and blinks

Comments

[toughguytruck]

*To pull a bit of a time-has-no-meaning-yay, the barest hints of a loud explosion can probably be heard in Roddy's quarters. Should he care to inspect.*

[giri_guy]

*is woken up* ... *reruns memory captures* ...!!!

*bursts out of the room toward the source of the explosion, running like heck*

[toughguytruck]

*by the time he does get there, of course, there's nothing but Snowcat sitting casually on Demolisher's truck bed, languidly sipping energon*

[giri_guy]

*blinks* *rubs optics*

Snowcat, did you hear something explode?...

[toughguytruck]

Yep. Door needs replacing, by the way. Thirsty? *he seems so calm about the whole thing*

[giri_guy]

.....All right, what happened?

[toughguytruck]

Dem welded me in our room for two days, then had to open the door again. *so so calm*

[giri_guy]

((You realize you're posting as Demolisher, right?))

...*facepalm* I'm going back to bed.

[icemasta]

((Change 'Dem' to 'I'))

Anyway, so now Demolishor's my bitch for the next two weeks--hey, I thought you wanted energon.

[giri_guy]

*mumbles* Had enough of that last night to last me a while.

[icemasta]

Ooh, you had a party? We weren't invited?

[giri_guy]

You wouldn't have enjoyed it. It was a stodgy Autobot party. *wan grin*

[icemasta]

We could have made it fun! *toasts him*

[giri_guy]

*laughs* You probably could have. Next time I throw myself a pity party, you'll be on the guest list.

[icemasta]

We don't do pity. We'll cheer you up!

[giri_guy]

....will it involve explosives?