[Closed] Robots enjoy slumber parties too!

[ichooseboth]

WHO: Optimus Prime, Jazz, Cliffjumper, maybe an Ironhide and Little!Prime
WHAT: A bit of a get together at the Jazz-Optimus-CJ haus.  Cliffjumper has just moved in. c:  And Optimus is still not sleeping.  Final part of a long-running Monday plot!
WHERE: AUTOBOT APARTMENT
WHEN: Now-ish
WARNINGS/NOTES: Unintentional slumber party?

The apartment was

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[rednotyellow]

No, Cliffjumper hadn't been hiding, so he came out a klik or so after that second ping was sent. He'd - curiously - just been looking through the datapads and was sure they'd been in some other, more arbitrary order earlier.

"Uh... Prime, what happened to the---" And then Cliffjumper paused, staring at all the things laid out neatly. Well, that was unexpected. "Ain't that a little... much? I mean, we're not that many an' that must've taken some doin'?" He really kind of hoped his moving in was just the excuse and there was some other reason for this, even if it wasn't overly special.

Not that impromptu and/or surprise parties was something he hadn't experienced before, being a participant or not, but still.

[show_my_cannons]

Honestly, Ironhide had no idea what to expect when the comm ping came. Optimus was calling him? Why?

Of course, being who he was, he hadn't questioned it. At the very least, it was an excuse to get out of the apartment, and stop dwelling over how empty it had suddenly gotten. That was a large part of why he drove over. A break int he monotony. A chance to distract himself.

He pounded on the door with his usual heavy hand.

"Prime. Open up. Got your message."

[ichooseboth]

Optimus chuckles rather awkwardly at Cliffjumper's comments, unable to do much other than shrug.

"I've had... plenty of time. Not much else to do, really. Help yourself." He trails off, only to perk up a bit at the sound of Ironhide through the door, and strides over to open it.

"Ah, Ironhide. Good to see you - glad you could make it. Come on in, and grab a cube."

[rednotyellow]

He's noticed a bit more the recharge problems, yeah, but doesn't say anything, just carefully eyeing the things laid out. Jazz ought to be out soon, he supposes, and Ironhide coming in gets a lopsided grin and a slight wave even as Cliffjumper picks up one of the energon treats and shrugs.

"Hey, Ironhide. An' really, Prime, could've asked for help. Sure both Jazz an' I would've helped ya." Though, he's aware that that would have cut down on the time it'd have taken to do all this, and that... might go against the reason Prime did it.

The energon treat, Cliffjumper decides as he bites into it after having chosen a seat, isn't bad at all.