[accidental video]
[The camera comes on, displaying a mismatched pile of blue and red and grey armor. One half of the pile stirs, hand nudging the comm unit as he awakes from recharge - he probably turned it in in his sleep.
Optimus sits up, paint still thoroughly scratched, optics flickering groggily - optics that have at long last gone back to blue. He stares down, antennae flicking, trying to get past the static in his processor...
And the glaring message blinking in his internal queue: VIRUS PURGED.]
...
[He leaps off the berth and away from his alternate like they were on fire, armor catching and stumbling in his haste, staring at him in absolute shock.]
Oh scrap.
[[OOC: after the arena event]]
Optimus sits up, paint still thoroughly scratched, optics flickering groggily - optics that have at long last gone back to blue. He stares down, antennae flicking, trying to get past the static in his processor...
And the glaring message blinking in his internal queue: VIRUS PURGED.]
...
[He leaps off the berth and away from his alternate like they were on fire, armor catching and stumbling in his haste, staring at him in absolute shock.]
Oh scrap.
[[OOC: after the arena event]]