feeling moderately better [OPEN]

[inferiordude]

Who: Dudewave! And those interesting in visiting, I guess.
What: A recovering 'Con and anyone who wishes to drop by.
Where: The Awesome Warehouse of Bayformer Cool. Less explosions now.
Summary: Soundwave was a moron and attempted to rescue Mikaela on his own, got his skidplate whooped, and this is the result. Jolly good times.
Notes: Post-Mikaela

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[bitchingcamaro]

Bumblebee hesitantly knocks on the door frame before poking his head in. He'd been out in the common room, waiting and keeping an optic on Sam. But when he'd heard signs of life in the other room, he had simply had to come and look in on Soundwave. Sam would be fine for five minutes.

"Hey. How you feeling?" He asks quietly, slipping over to stand next to the berth.

[inferiordude]

Not a bad signal to feel. He doesn't read into it, but he can at least sense Bumblebee pretty easily. And honestly, he's just glad to see him. He's a good friend.

Even if Soundwave's been really, really stupid around him and Jazz lately. Ugh; he's such a moron.

He owes both of them. Something. He doesn't even know.

"Like I just got reconstructed from recycled parts. Which ain't too bad in comparison to how I was before, dude." Tiredly, Soundwave lifts a hand and waves to Bee. "Sorry 'bout what happened."

[bitchingcamaro]

"Don't apologize." He gently takes Soundwave's hand for a moment before lowering it back to the berth.

"I would have done the same thing if I hadn't had Sam to take care of." He nods, affirming his opinion of the other 'bot.

"Just rest and get yourself back up to one hundred percent, okay?"

[inferiordude]

The Decepticon tilts his helm a little, looking up at Bumblebee. Not quite curiously, but sort of confused. Which isn't unusual, he supposes.

He glances down to the floor. "Jus' brought up some bad memories. Couldn't let it go."

There's some hesitation, then he takes Bumblebee's hand in his own, loosely. "Yeah. If I don't, Screamer's gonna give me that look. Ya know? He's such a mom -- think that's what humans call 'em."

[evilmoustache]

Rod takes his time dropping by, mostly because he doesn't want to deal with the host of mechs surrounding Soundwave. He's...annoyed. He's glad Soundwave has been found (because it makes the other mechs happ, of course, nothing more) and he's pleased at his own knee replacement that's letting him walk around (though he still needs a new helm, Ratchet hasn't had time for the more exterior repairs) and he's uncertain about too many things which makes him more annoyed. The easiest thing to do, in this situation, was to distract himself. And talking to Soundwave was one of the better options available.

He does feel a sharp wave of... well, it's not exactly sympathy. It's more understanding, really, when he sees the mech stretched out on the berth and looking like a collection of scraps held together by Ratchet's rather exhaustive force and a spark. He knows what that feels like.

"Hey." He greets without preamble. "Want some company?"

[inferiordude]

Sometimes it's hard to look at Rod and not think of the Rodimus he knows. These days, he can glance at him without flinching, and he's easily processed the idea of this new bot as a friend. Not as close as Bee, but not a bad guy. It's not unlike how he's learned to consider Bee's Prime as a good one, and his vocals almost soothing sometimes instead of a threat creeping into his receptors.

He'd smile at Rod if he could, so he just waves.

"I ain't opposed to some, dude. What's happenin'?" he greets the other, tone as cheerful as he can make it -- so it's not unlike usual.

((Assuming Post Mikaela rescue time means she's been rescued. I hope?))

[evilmoustache]

Rod takes a seat on the berth next to Soundwave- the one he'd spent far too much time on himself- and shruggs. "A whole lotta nothin. Everybot's running round takin care of what we left off when the girl got snatched, or is rechargin on account of refusin to take a break till we found her. Place is a mess, but it'll fix up. You look like slag."
It's not a reproach or a reprimand- just a statement of fact.

((I think so derp derp.))

[inferiordude]

His shoulders slump a little. If he'd been smarter, if he'd just gone back and told everyone what he found... this wouldn't be going on as long as it is now.

But he was dumb, impulsive, and got worried.

"Funny, kinda feel like slag, too," he replies, his tone far more joking. "Well. Maybe a li'l better than that."

fuck hiatuses

[glassloyalist]

Starscream had business elsewhere - he'd been working long hours on designing Magnum's flight parts, and when he got caught up in that kind of work he often lost track of time.

So it was that he was running late to see Soundwave. Flying through the streets, he went as fast as he could legally manage.

Bursting in through the door, he practically shouted, "You're finally awake?!"

lmfao dude

[inferiordude]

Always with a dramatic entrance. Despite how tired he feels, Soundwave lets out a laugh when Starscream bursts in, looking the way he does.

"Yeah, just went back online today," he replies, lifting an arm tiredly to wave at Starscream.

I'm okay, is the electrical signal he sends, trying not to worry Starscream so much.

[glassloyalist]

He can't help but smile at the signal, even if he's not sure he believes the communication officer.

"Flame of my ember, 'wave, don't scare me like that," he says, coming over and pulling his friend into a tight hug.

He is worried; and even a little angry. But mostly he's relieved.

"How the scrap did you get into this mess?"

[inferiordude]

Soundwave wishes he had more strength to give a tighter embrace in return. Mostly, he's glad to see Starscream again; for now, he hooks his tired arms around his friend's neck.

"Totally unintentional, my main bot," he tells him honestly.

His vents expel some air, and he frowns a little. "I, uh. I hacked into the signal, since the bad 'Cons were hiding their location. I dunno, I... I panicked and thought I could go in m'self. Sorry, dude..."

[andallthatme]

There was a small knock on the doorframe, and there was Jazz. He leaned against the doorjamb, head tilted slightly as he regarded the other mech - Soundwave. A good Soundwave, and Bumblebee's friend. The past few days had been an absolute mess, certainly, but Jazz was glad that 'Bee had found his friend when he did. He could only imagine what it would have been like for the scout to lose another of his comrades, even after just getting one back.

He gave Soundwave a small nod, waiting for his permission to enter. He was, after all, still recovering, and Jazz would be more than compliant to leave if he was asked.

[inferiordude]

This is kind of an awkward thing, at least just for Soundwave. It's not like he has any good reason to dislike Jazz, and... and really, he doesn't. Soundwave recognizes he's just been madly immature about this whole thing, even though he doesn't want to examine why he has been.

Jazz deserves better behavior from him. Soundwave owes both him and Bumblebee for his stupidity.

"Hey, dude," he greets the the Autobot tiredly. "C'mon in."

[andallthatme]

"Hey," Jazz echoed, stepping into the room. He offered the other mech a small smile. "So you're the infamous Soundwave." They'd spoken, albeit briefly, but it was nice to finally meet him face-to-face. Well, circumstances aside.

[inferiordude]

"Infamous, huh? Hopefully for a good reason," he replies, tone completely in jest. He isn't very concerned about his reputation. It all depends on who you ask, really.

Soundwave tilts his head tiredly. "S'up, dude? Anything interestin' happen while I was out?"