RP post - yep, still getting himself in trouble
*Yes, the slaves get bathroom breaks. Carefully monitored and strictly controlled and with no pretense made at privacy whatsoever, but there comes a certain point where your body does not care who's looking.*
*Roddy's picked up a few habits from the humans he works with, though, so on the single bathroom break he gets per day - the other two having been taken away as punishment for various infractions, real or imagined - he faces the wall, hands covering himself as best he can from the flinty black eyes of the Skuxxoid guard on duty. He sighs and tries to relax.*
*Trying to relax, of course, has always been counterproductive, and in the meantime there are voices coming down the hall. Rodimus stills out of habit, listening for orders or the crackle that heralds a punishing shock from his collar. His head bowed, he catches blue trader-legs out of the corner of his eye, along with a gray blur...*
"As you can see, production is progressing smoothly. Slave rebellion is quelled..." "Reports of worker loss and productivity lulls suggest otherwise. I want to see discipline, Daru." "Ah - of course, Celebrexa..."
*All possibility of relaxation is gone. Roddy's jaw clenches as he fights not to attack the pair right then. Can't put himself, can't put the others in danger, but that was a Quintesson...*
*thinks* Autobots do not work for Quints. Not now, not ever.
*Roddy's picked up a few habits from the humans he works with, though, so on the single bathroom break he gets per day - the other two having been taken away as punishment for various infractions, real or imagined - he faces the wall, hands covering himself as best he can from the flinty black eyes of the Skuxxoid guard on duty. He sighs and tries to relax.*
*Trying to relax, of course, has always been counterproductive, and in the meantime there are voices coming down the hall. Rodimus stills out of habit, listening for orders or the crackle that heralds a punishing shock from his collar. His head bowed, he catches blue trader-legs out of the corner of his eye, along with a gray blur...*
"As you can see, production is progressing smoothly. Slave rebellion is quelled..." "Reports of worker loss and productivity lulls suggest otherwise. I want to see discipline, Daru." "Ah - of course, Celebrexa..."
*All possibility of relaxation is gone. Roddy's jaw clenches as he fights not to attack the pair right then. Can't put himself, can't put the others in danger, but that was a Quintesson...*
*thinks* Autobots do not work for Quints. Not now, not ever.