Idle hands...

[l33tmedic]

*...usually find their way to lonely flasks and energon mugs.*

*Down in medbay, Moledive, Catilla and Chainclaw are sitting around with containers of mid-grade, holding a belching contest while the bear and saber-tooth shells play floor hockey with an enormous rubberband ball nearby.*

[Catilla] AAAaaa-UUUURRRPP![Chainclaw] Ew, don't breathe that

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[bullbythehorns]

((*dies and is ded!* XD XD))

*Footsteps come pounding down he hall. Ironhide stumbles into the med bay, having been going too fast to stop properly*

What in the Seven Stars'a Tralaxian VIII was that!?!? I felt the floor rattlin' all the way from-- *glances at the Pretenders and then the mugs. He folds his arms sternly* Well, well.

[shellshockers]

[Catilla] *innocent look* What? We weren't doin' anything wrong. ^^;

[1st_aid_kit]

*Dashes over from his mini-office in the back, ready to help the patient who sounded like he was in great distress.* Boss? Is everything alright? I heard a ghastly...

*He sees the assembled mechs in the CMO's office.*

*blink*

Nevermind.

[shellshockers]

((Not in the office, but anyway...))

[Moledive] What're you lookin' at, chump?

*Meanwhile, Chainclaw's shell runs up to First Aid and sits down in front of him like a puppy, waiting to see if the mech brought anything of interest.*

[Catilla] Are you makin' it do that?

[Chainclaw] *sigh* No... ~_~

[1st_aid_kit]

((Ack, my bad. Apologies ._.

Er...nothing at all, Moledive ^_^;;

*He peers down at the shell and quirks a smile beneath his mask* Heh...cute...! *He leans over and pats it a bit awkwardly.*

[shellshockers]

*The shell rumbles in appreciation for the attention...at least until the tiger shell comes up behind it and swats it in one leg. The bear shell bellows and turns, chasing the tiger shell across medbay, the latter running with the rubber band ball in its mouth.*

[Chainclaw] YOU made it do that, didn't you?

[Catilla] Why, no... No, of course not! ... ... Okay, I did. And it was funny. XD

[Chainclaw] ~_~

[beau_in_blue]

*While the shells occupy themselves with chasing and keep-away, Tracks finally meanders in after his short discussion with Roadbuster on the bridge. He shakes his head at the site of the Pretenders amusing themselves before glancing in the direction of the medics.*

I've just had a run in with Wildrider on the highway and need a little repair work and overall body work done. Any takers?

[l33tmedic]

With JUST Wildrider? The Stunticons must be bored and restless if it was only one of 'em... So did you win or lose? *As he speaks, he gets up out of his chair to have a better look at what damages on Tracks can be seen with optics, alone.*

[beau_in_blue]

I don't think I can say, for sure, since I did not take him on by myself. I had a human friend in my driver's seat at the time and my primary concern was her safety. Rather, that stolen car showed up and the driver used said vehicle to duke it out with Wildrider. In the end, they both went up in flames. Wildrider collapsed in a ditch and the stolen car... *He pauses, knowing he's going to sound like he needs his head checked more than anything.* ...well, it...it reappeared out of thin air despite going up in a fireball only a minute before and drove off. The driver even rolled the window down and gave us a thumbs up before leaving, but never said a word.

Michelle was going on about how she didn't know that highway was haunted, but I don't know that I believe that sort of bunk. It had to be some sort of trick...right?

[1st_aid_kit]

*First Aid looks over at Tracks for a moment, blinking, but letting Ratchet do the honors of attending.* Primus...you should sit down and get yourself looked after. Have you alerted any of the officers about this?

[bullbythehorns]

*Ironhide listens to Tracks' story with partial interest.* Haunted highway? Bah! Me an' Inferno could go check it out later. Prob'ly yer imagination. But I suppose you could call the professionals if ya want.

In the meantime, though, I got a challenge... *He glances at Moledive and the others, smirking* Bet I can put you boys ta shame. Got some better brew 'round here...

[beau_in_blue]

It's up to you, Ironhide. I have no desire to go back out again right now, even though my damages are mostly superficial.

[shellshockers]

*Moledive has been listening to all this with interest, and arches one optic ridge as "hauntings" are mentioned.*

[Moledive] You slaggers don't believe in ghosts?

[beau_in_blue]

I don't really... *Tracks pauses as he looks Moledive right in the optics...and remembers where the mech came from.* Oh... Oh. Well, I...suppose it's possible. Although your case was different. I think. The surge from the wave probably had something to do with that, but there's nothing out of the oridinary going on right now, on the whole. *He shrugs.*

*Ratchet, meanwhile, has been setting up to work on Tracks, shaking his head as he listens to all this...but he's thinking it all over, as well.*