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Nov 06, 2006 21:28

Though it is chaos, it is at least an organized chaos that runs rampant through MedBay as Ratchet and First Aid stand in the center of the room and direct the placement of the various body shells. Little consideration is given to faction designation, Autobots and Decepticons placed side by side throughout the large room. The most heavily damaged - ( Read more... )

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the_deadster November 8 2006, 05:21:51 UTC
"Excellent!" Dead End's engine revvs slightly.

"I shall return once I have removed this ash layer and can determine what further cosmetic damage I have suffered. That is, if I don't run into a belligerent Dinobot or three and get reduced to a large metal pancake. If so, tell Ravyn it was nice meeting her."

With that, Dead End guns his accelerator and zooms out the door and down the hall--tires can be heard screeching in the distance as he skids around a corner.

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kaci_celica November 8 2006, 05:29:03 UTC
McPherson watches Dead End zoom off down the corridor, then turns his attention back to Frostbite.

"So... who're these "Swindle" and "Elita" people you were talkin' about before?"

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kaci_celica November 8 2006, 05:59:22 UTC
McPherson is decidedly Not Happy about this new arrangement. He bangs on the sides of the jar with both fists. "Hey! Lemme outta here!"

Kaci's reply comes over Frostbite's comm. //"Sure Frosty, I'll come n' pick him up in a bit. I'll be back soon, just going to wash all this ash and soot off my alt-mode."//

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kaci_celica November 8 2006, 06:17:26 UTC
McPherson, had he known the alternative, would have probably felt less like complaining about the option that Frostbite had gone with. As it is he doesn't know, and when no amount of pounding or yelling would seem to get her to turn around again he settles for glowering at her retreating back instead. Well, what else could he do?

Oh, wait. She'd dropped food packets in here too, hadn't she? He looks down and then crouches to pick one up at random. The label tells him the packet contains potato chips, so he pops it open and munches on some, wondering how long it would be before someone came by to let him back out of this jar. He hated it here already.

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