[Log - Being Human is Hard to Do]

[yellowbeebot]

Who:Bumblebee, Arcee and Blackout
Where: An Undisclosed Army Base in Nevada
When This morning
What: Being Human Sucks
Warnings: None

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[death_chopper]

Blackout should have realized it would be far, far too much to hope that he would be left to sleep himself out on the couch in peace. He'd had a long night--and a rough two days before that, trying to fend for himself--and he was fragging tired. The last thing he needed was to be woken by a kick that caught him in the hip.

And worse, his body tried to boot up in panic mode, so he woke with a yell and a flail that spilled him to the floor. He shoved himself up off his face, disoriented until he remembered where it was, exactly, that he'd fallen asleep...

And the promise he'd had to make to get to come here.

"Hnn. My apologies, Autobot," he growled, not the least trace of sincerity in his tone.

[yellowbeebot]

Bee munched on a spoonful of cereal, carefully stepping over BLackout sit triumphantly on the couch.

"Found Blenderbutt on the couch. Isn't that something?" Another bite of cereal. Where did the remote go? Huh. Somewhere around here, certainly. He digs into the couch cushions and finds the slagging thing, placing it neatly in his lap.

"And apology accepted. There's another bedroom, third door on the left down the hall. If you need some sleep." Munch munch.

[death_chopper]

It wasn't hard to figure out who the newcomer to the room was, and Blackout returned Arcee's glare for a moment before rubbing the back of one hand across his eyes and interrupting it.

He could probably use the sleep, honestly, but Decepticon paranoia wasn't going to let him shut down when there were Autobots, awake and active, in the same building. "I'll be fine," he muttered, levering himself to his feet.

[yellowbeebot]

"Well, I was thinking of either watching television or maybe going for a run. Or something. I'm not sure what to do with myself." He glanced down at Blackout, raising an eyebrow.

"You're the expert on this kind of thing. What do you do when you're turned into a human?

[death_chopper]

"One prior experience doesn't make me an expert," Blackout snapped pedantically. "And you may recall that I was hardly successful at it." What with the almost dying and having to be hospitalized and all.

There was no way he was going to seat himself on the couch beside the Autobots, so he back to the nearest stretch of wall and slouched against it, crossing his arms. "I didn't do much of anything," he added.

[yellowbeebot]

"Well, that's a slagging lot of help." Bee grumbled, setting his now empty bowl on the floor.

"Maybe we should ask Sam? Or Mikaela? They might be able to help us out in some fashion." He raised an eyebrow at Blackout.

"You don't have to sit on the floor, you know."

[death_chopper]

"Better to ask humans that me, certainly," he said, opting not to dignify Arcee's comment about his brush with termination with a response--mostly because it was true, and he didn't want to remember it. "I didn't do anything that wasn't related to keeping this body functioning properly."

"I'm fine here," he said immediately.

[yellowbeebot]

"Yes, I have their numbers...not sure how effective they'll be, though, considering they're Cybertronian at the moment." He shrugged at the other two, tapping a hand against the arm rest of the couch.

"IF you're happy there, very well."

[death_chopper]

He returned the eyeroll with a glower, repeating himself. "I'm fine here." At least he had his (exposed, absolutely unprotected) back to a wall.

"Even if they are Cybertronian now, I doubt they've forgotten how to be human," he pointed out.

[yellowbeebot]

"No, I mean I don't know if the phone numbers even work because they're, you know, Cybertronian now and don't exactly carry cell phones with them. Duh." That should have been obvious, Blackout! Jeez.

[death_chopper]

....Oh. Well, didn't he just feel stupid now. And hated it, of course. He looked away and shrugged. "There are other ways to get in contact with them, you know," he said, managing to keep his voice from sounding sullen. A minor victory!