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[milkbonesoldier]

Wells is positive that when Andrew goes to the Council, he's going to come back with information that can only lead to battle. It's been a while since he's fought anything more dangerous than his monthly full moon prey, so he's been putting himself to as much of an adaptative test as he can. Werewolves heal right back when they hurt themselves,

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[autocommander]

There is a somewhat mildly foliaged robot at a table.

"Sergeant Wells," Optimus says somewhat grimly, "I need to speak to you at your convenience.'

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells winces, and comes to a stop immediately. Prime has his full attention."I'm listening," he says. "What happened?"

[autocommander]

Optimus leans over to one of the rats. "Please put the Sergeant's orders for the evening on my tab." Then he turns back to Wells.

"A person who was dressed in medical scrubs, with a stethoscope, was trying to speak to Spoon. It... didn't go well. He began to lose his temper. I tried to intervene; he asked me to take out outside and I did so, getting him as far away from the doors of the bar as I could. I think he's still out there."

He picks some leaves out of his chest. "I tried to follow him, but in his other mode, he's considerably faster than I on the wooded terrain. But no one was hurt."

[milkbonesoldier]

"Oh, for fuck's sake... I'm gonna have to post warnings about this. The Bar staff knows about Spoon's issues. thought the other patrons'd have the sense to sodding well back off if he started getting angry." He shakes his head. "Thank you. I appreciate the intervention. I expect Spoon does, too- and he'll say as much once he's in his right mind again."