[Accidental Video] Fear the Monday Plots!

[swordofpeace]

 

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[jerkimus_prime]

[He can't speak until he's done laughing uproariously at this]

Those kids have a point about your history lessons! How'd you get stuck playing protoform caretaker?

[swordofpeace]

[Oh fantastic. Just what Wing needs.]

I have a point about my history lessons, Hot Rod. [Hrmph.]

[Primus hates him?]

It was recommended to me by the Employment Bureau.

...rather misleadingly.

[jerkimus_prime]

What did they tell you you'd be doing? I mean, it should be obvious you don't have the knack for kids.

[swordofpeace]

They told me I'd be teaching martial arts. Swords.

[A frown. The last thing he wants to do is give these two weapons.]

I...I'll manage. [Thanks for the vote of confidence.]

[not_your_gun]

Wing.

[Megatron is staring in what can only be described as a look half-way between 'amusement' and 'horror.']

What are you doing with Transtechs?

[swordofpeace]

Magnum.

[A quick blur as Wing dodges something thrown, his other hand coming up across the vid screen to snatch something out of the air.] No, this is not a 'fun game'. Please stop throwing things.

Allegedly, training them.

Apparently, target practice.

[not_your_gun]

[He is still staring.]

Consorting with the enemy?

[swordofpeace]

[Please stop staring. It's embarrassing enough. Purple glitter. PURPLE GLITTER.]

I would hardly call this 'consorting.' [Dear Primus, please, no.]

/laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate

[greasemunkygal]

Uh, Wing?

Everything okay?

it is never late!

[swordofpeace]

[The feed swoops as Wing ducks under something that sails overhead.]

...define 'okay'?

<3

[greasemunkygal]

Like...not about to die, I guess?

...What's going on?

[swordofpeace]

Oh no. [A thin laugh.] There's no danger of that.

I'm...attempting to be employed. It is not going well.