Idle hands...

[l33tmedic]

*...usually find their way to lonely flasks and energon mugs.*

*Down in medbay, Moledive, Catilla and Chainclaw are sitting around with containers of mid-grade, holding a belching contest while the bear and saber-tooth shells play floor hockey with an enormous rubberband ball nearby.*

[Catilla] AAAaaa-UUUURRRPP![Chainclaw] Ew, don't breathe that

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[bullbythehorns]

*Ironhide listens to Tracks' story with partial interest.* Haunted highway? Bah! Me an' Inferno could go check it out later. Prob'ly yer imagination. But I suppose you could call the professionals if ya want.

In the meantime, though, I got a challenge... *He glances at Moledive and the others, smirking* Bet I can put you boys ta shame. Got some better brew 'round here...

[beau_in_blue]

It's up to you, Ironhide. I have no desire to go back out again right now, even though my damages are mostly superficial.

[shellshockers]

*Moledive has been listening to all this with interest, and arches one optic ridge as "hauntings" are mentioned.*

[Moledive] You slaggers don't believe in ghosts?

[beau_in_blue]

I don't really... *Tracks pauses as he looks Moledive right in the optics...and remembers where the mech came from.* Oh... Oh. Well, I...suppose it's possible. Although your case was different. I think. The surge from the wave probably had something to do with that, but there's nothing out of the oridinary going on right now, on the whole. *He shrugs.*

*Ratchet, meanwhile, has been setting up to work on Tracks, shaking his head as he listens to all this...but he's thinking it all over, as well.*

[shellshockers]

*Moledive snorts and then glances to Ironhide, what could pass as a smirk crossing his odd looking faceplate.*

[Moledive] If you're challenging, you'd better have the brew to go with it. I'll take you up on it...maybe even with a little wager if you're willing, old timer.

[Chainclaw] Eh heh...uh...I'll sit on the sidelines for this one. ^^;

[bullbythehorns]

*Replies to Moledive* A'course I believe in ghosts. I seen a whole planet full of 'em one time. But ev'rybody knows there ain't no such thing as a haunted highway. Haunted back roads, now that's somethin' else.

An' yeah, I got no problem with a wager. Meet me in the lounge later an' we'll see if you're makin' that face later.