((THNMY: sometime after Roddy gets back from vacay.))

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus Prime's office is at the end of a dark hallway, connected to his room by a door. It is unoccupied right now. It is also imprudently unlocked.*

*What, oh what will happen next...?*

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[midnightspook]

The door slides open, revealing a black and silver Seeker of Cybertronian design. He's holding a large crate in his arms, which he brings in and sets carefully down on the floor before securing the door from the inside. No sense in getting the little zamboni things this far, only to have them manage to escape the office haven and get lost and or killed out in the City.

Besides, Blackstar still isn't totally convinced that that big, green missle-guy won't just show up and find them here.

"I guess this is the place. It's where he said to come, anyway," Blackstar observes quietly as he peers down into the box. Six pairs of optics stare back up at him.

"Now what?"

He looks around briefly; there's papers and datapads scattered across the desk, a lot of it, it seems. This Roddy guy must be busy as slag. Blackstar doesn't really know where else to take the little guys, though. He could probably track down Auspex, but he's just not in the mood for her to pry at him anymore. Not just yet.

He's not really in the mood to answer any awkward

[toughguytruck]

Da? *they watch him leave, quieting down for a moment. It's very disorienting, getting passed from person to person like this with only fake daddy-energon to drink and barely a chance to see any of them. And other-daddy seemed so angry when they saw him, and then they got taken away...*

DAAAAA! *they start flailing and wailing again*

[giri_guy]

Rodimus feels a headache coming on.

"All right, here..." After doublechecking to make sure his door is locked, Rodimus lifts the sparklets out of the box one at a time, thinking they might do better with a little more room.

The last one he settles on his lap and peers down at it, running his fingers gently-probingly over the little form. Although not a medic on First Aid's level, Rodimus knows enough about basic repair to know that, while these sparklets are tough, they've also been through some rough times.

He sighs. "What am I to do with you?"

[toughguytruck]

*The other zambonis crawl or roll around the room, toying with fallen datapads or each other. A few of them begin punching or biting at the door*

The one on his lap attempts to bite the colorful not-daddy's thumb* Wanna da!

[giri_guy]

The door is a security model. The little zambonis can't make a dent in it.

"I know, kid," Rodimus sighed, letting himself get bitten. "I know. I'll see what I can do."

[toughguytruck]

Daaaaaa. *the little one keeps nibbling. At least it's quieter now*

[chromeplatedcat]

A sleekly silver feline shape watches the Seeker leave and frowns. He switches back into his bipedal mode, his scarlet insignias still mirror-bright from their reinstatement, and walks up to the door, inspecting the lock. After a few moments, he reaches a conclusion and calls whoever's running the security detail at the moment. "I just saw a Seeker come out of the Prime's office."

[midnightspook]

((actually.... he may have seen a Seeker enter the Prime's office, but he could not have seen him leave it... Just a head's up))

[city_awake]

//ACKNOWLEDGED, SILVERPAW. BEGINNING SECURITY SWEEP.//

[attair_al_fada]

(( Wonders which of the 5+ Seekers including himself isn't supposed to be here.. ))