Back to Normal. Mostly.
Two feet rather than four carry Perceptor through the door into his lab where he peers around slowly. After a long moment, he steps forward and places his hand on one of the workbenches. There is an odd look in his optics as he stares down at his fingers splayed across the neat surface. He seems almost lost there in his sanctum, as if he hasn't seen it for far longer than the few days that he dallied as a unicorn.
As he reaches out to pick up the project he was last working on, his comm crackles to life and he hears the summons from Rodimus. The pensive look leaves his optics and he strides purposefully across the room to a security sealed storage locker. Once the security protocols are placated, the door slides open with a pressurized hiss, revealing a motley assortment of devices. Sorting through them, Perceptor withdraws a few small items which he tucks into a subspace pocket, before selecting a rather wicked looking cannon which he takes with him after he reseals the locker. The door slides shut on an empty lab once more.
As he reaches out to pick up the project he was last working on, his comm crackles to life and he hears the summons from Rodimus. The pensive look leaves his optics and he strides purposefully across the room to a security sealed storage locker. Once the security protocols are placated, the door slides open with a pressurized hiss, revealing a motley assortment of devices. Sorting through them, Perceptor withdraws a few small items which he tucks into a subspace pocket, before selecting a rather wicked looking cannon which he takes with him after he reseals the locker. The door slides shut on an empty lab once more.