Tossed Salad and Scrambled Eggs
Ironhide sat in his quarters, looking over the schematics Wheeljack had given him. Assuming things worked out as planned, they could have both items ready within a month. Assuming. Ironhide shook his head at the thought of the explosive potential they were working with. Not that he'd seen anything of the sort, but the inventor's reputation had preceeded him into Nexusville. The black mech snorted. It was a good thing his own armor could withstand most weapons fire, and 'Jack had those redundant backup systems for a reason. Still, he enjoyed working with the engineer, from arguing over design elements of weapons, to building and testing the prototypes of various inventions.
He subspaced the plans and left his quarters for the kitchen and some energon. Maggie was already there, drinking juice and watching eggs sizzling in a pan on the stove. He greeted her with some amusement. She looked far more confident handling the gun Lennox was teaching her to shoot, than poking at the eggs she was threatening to burn. He took a cube from the energon dispenser on the mech side of the kitchen and went out to the main living area.
Quiet and peaceful, a rarity for the Shack, and Ironhide took a seat on the largest couch, balancing the cube on the armrest. He propped his feet up on a chair opposite, pulled a datapad out of subspace and began to read.
Some strange whim of the universe had granted him a quiet morning, and he was going to enjoy it.
(ooc: Open to all, Shack post for today, now serving up energon and slightly burned eggs. C:)
He subspaced the plans and left his quarters for the kitchen and some energon. Maggie was already there, drinking juice and watching eggs sizzling in a pan on the stove. He greeted her with some amusement. She looked far more confident handling the gun Lennox was teaching her to shoot, than poking at the eggs she was threatening to burn. He took a cube from the energon dispenser on the mech side of the kitchen and went out to the main living area.
Quiet and peaceful, a rarity for the Shack, and Ironhide took a seat on the largest couch, balancing the cube on the armrest. He propped his feet up on a chair opposite, pulled a datapad out of subspace and began to read.
Some strange whim of the universe had granted him a quiet morning, and he was going to enjoy it.
(ooc: Open to all, Shack post for today, now serving up energon and slightly burned eggs. C:)