Ep. 2 - Refuge in Audacity ( open)

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Week 2, day 6

Typically, when a message was broadcasted across the entire Autobot network, it was for an important reason. Typically there was some sort of emergency, or an impromptu group meeting was being called, or the base was under attack. No matter the circumstance, the reason for a base-wide message tended to be dire.

But then, Thundercloud was very much in the habit of telling convention to suck his non-existent phallus, which meant the residents out Outpost Omega were in for a bit of a surprise.

::Hey losers, any of you busy tonight? Rhetorical question, I know you ain't 'cause ain't none of us got lives, and there ain't slag to do 'round here side's drivin' around or gettin' frisky with a electric fence.::

::Now, maybe it's just me, but things've been real damn depressin' 'round here lately on account of MECH ridin' our afts 'n gettin' tore up from the floor up by the Cons. So I got a proposition for you folks, and by that I mean y'all don't really got a choice 'bout sayin' no or not cause I didn't spend all this time settin' up the Rec Room for your ungrateful afts to not show up::

::ANYWAY, Imma be quick about this 'cause I got slag to do other than talk to you little glitches all damn day. All of ya are gonna come on down to the Rec and we're gonna turn the place up, awright? Imma fix the place up and we're gonna live a little, 'cause let's be real, at least half of us are gonna get iced 'fore the end of the century, we might as well get fragged up while we can::

And with that lovely message sent, Thundercloud continued to set up the rec room while he awaited the rest of the party.

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Arcee sat in the quiet of her quarters looking bleary-optic at the endless amounts of reports on her datapad. A cooling, half-dranken cube of energon laid beside the two-wheeler forgotten as she forced herself to concentrate on the latest (and very detailed) security reports from Red Alert. As a Field Commander, she was required to keep with all progress from other departments. Primus, there were days she missed being a simple scout.

“What the frag?” She exclaimed with a jolt as the unconventional message transmitted on the base-wide comm. channel. “Seriously?” Arcee deadpanned to herself.

The blue femme rub tired optics. She could only imagine the impending chaos likely to occur at an improvised party, especially with its self-declared host. Red Alert would be issuing noise warnings every other minute. Ratchet would constantly be complaining about not being able to get any work done. Optimus would likely disappear inconviently during the evening. Certain bots would get overcharged and figure out how to make lobbing into a drinking game. She would likely get tweaked on the aft multiple times, if past experience were to indicate anything. Morning patrol would be torture…

“Scrap it. I need a stiff drink.” Arcee said to the open room, promptly exiting her quarters and the security report forgotten on her berth.

[Carbine]

It was time? It was time! Hurray! Let the confetti fly! Except not literally, because he would have to clean that shit.

Carbine was hauling aft down the hall like it was a fire drill before the message was even completed, way too excited to finally see the outcome from their sneaky labors. While Thunder was the mastermind behind all of this, and effectively put the majority of this event together, the helicopter mech liked to think he played a strong role in helping smuggle some of the noxious chemicals back to their rooms. Being the makeshift janitor held it perks, at least when it came to making horrendous home brewed high-grade that'd be better suited to peeling paint and rust off.

Either way, he turned a corner and was reminded instantly why running in the halls wasn't really a good idea. Though... technically the mech wasn't running so he would deny every accusation in full and claim innocence.

The ex-cop's peds were folded into his shins, leaving the wheel of his heels as his primary support. It meant that he was skating down the hall at a quick velocity, each step twisting sideways for traction to kick off and propel him even quicker. When he hooked the corner, there was no way he could just stop, for even if he engaged the brakes in the wheels and dug them sideways he would have too much momentum.

Carbine nearly plowed right into Arcee with all of his built up speed, a feat that would have probably downed her, and sent him airborne because his legs were taken out from under him. Luckily instead of causing them both potential harm, he threw his weight instantly upon his right leg, and lifted the left with a gangly action that barely lifted his pelvic plating up high enough off the ground to clear over Arcee's head entirely, though it was a very tight miss.

The joys of being tall.

While he had missed hitting her, it threw off his balance enough that he twisted and spun around momentarily, the thrown momentum causing him to spiral in order to be facing her then while wheeling backwards. His optics were wide, alarmed, and he looked about as graceful as a newborn giraffe momentarily before he got his balance again. He let himself skate backwards to continue facing Arcee as they traversed, if she chose to continue.

"W͘h̕o̡͟͡a͝! Good thing you ar̛e a dain͜t͞y͡ little thing! Th-though I may not have mi̧nd̡ed͢ ter̸r͞ibly getting to meet you on tḩe ́flo͢or."

He purred this out, placing a hand splayed across his chest, while his free arm folded at his lower back. To pair with this he dipped a bit into a sort of bow. While his face couldn't be seen, the pure sleaze and mirth could be felt in his field so thick it was nauseating. Said field was even rippling in amusement and humor at how he was trying to turn it into tasteless flirting, back rotors flicking and clicking with a light rattle in a soundless laugh.

[Bumblebee]

Bumblebee hadn't been doing much when the voice called out over the communications channel. He'd done his errands for the day, and was now content lazing around his tiny quarters. He was semi lounging, semi draped over an empty table, staring up at the ceiling where he'd affixed all kinds of things he thought were cool. Shiny CD's which reflected light in pretty patterns, old science projects of Raf's – mostly neat mobiles of the solar system, empty cans that looked pretty, he'd even stuck a couple of drawings he'd done up there, too. Not that Bee was much of an artist, human crayons and pencils were ridiculously tiny, but he gave it his best effort.

As the voice started speaking, he went full alert. The communications channel was to be used for meetings, emergencies.. things like that. So when it started with 'Hey losers' it got his attention and he half sat up to listen, propping himself up on one servo. Did he hear that right? As the voice continued, he realized he had.

What.

He buzzed in thought for a moment. To go to this gathering or not.. It would sure beat laying around doing nothing, and it didn't sound like the bots had much of a choice in the matter anyway, and someone would probably come fetch and drag him if he didn't show up. So he'd go, if only to meet bots around the base that he hadn't been acquainted with.

With a grunt, he'd push himself up and onto his pedes. Dragging himself to the door, and pulling it open, stepping into the hallway. He wasn't paying much attention, so he didn't notice the bot skating backwards down the hallway. Closing the door behind him, he'd take another step.

Straight into the path of the backwards skating Carbine, who's attention seemed to be elsewhere.

Luckily for Carbine, Bee didn't catch the comment that'd been made to Arcee. As Carbine bowed, Bee would finally notice that he was on a crash course straight for him. --WATCH IT!-- He squawked out, surprised. He tried to scuttle back, flush against the door. It was probably too late for that, and too late for warnings however. Carbine was moving pretty fast, even backwards.

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The commotion in the hallway told Thundercloud two things.

One - it was nearly time to get this party started. And Two - there were at least three people he didn't have to hunt down and drag to the rec center, possibly literally.

Of course, just three mecha coming of their own accord meant he still had over half the base unaccounted for. There was no way he was gonna force the Prime into anything, Ratchet was a no-go if only because the mech could probably turn him into a toaster if he had the mind to, and Red Alert - well, Thundercloud couldn't think of anyone who could use a drink more than that guy, but like he'll he'd get any enjoyment out of a party. Too many people, too much noise. Didn't seem like a twitchy recluse's idea of a good time.

That just left....well, still a frag ton of mecha, but Thundercloud wasn't about to chase down every single on of them. Or even very many of them.

Okay, he was really only going to expend enough effort to nab like, one person. He was lazy, okay? Besides, a mostly-empty threat was better than a fully-backed one, right? Right.

It was with this thought in mind that Thundercloud exited the rec room, mock-saluting the small, squabbling crowd that had gathered there as he passed them by on his way down the hall.

"Back in a flash, fam. Try not to kill each other 'till you got the excuse of bein' under the influence."

Without further adieu, Thundercloud continued on, scanning the halls for stragglers. He planned on just reminding the mecha he saw that there was an open invitation party going on in the rec, in case they somehow didn't get the memo, but then an idea came to him. Like most of his ideas, it wasn't a very good one, but again, like most of his ideas, he fully intended to follow through with it - consequences and practicality be dammed.

He had to wind down a few corridors, but soon enough he found a suggestible target: the new femme, Ro-something. She had arrived only recently, and was still adjusting to life at Outpost Omega. Thundercloud didn't know much about her, and he figured not too many other mecha did either. The little get-together in the rec would be a good opportunity for her to mingle and get to know her new comrades.

It was with this thought in mind that Thundercloud leaped out from behind the corridor and raced down the hall towards Rota like the devil was at his heels. His footsteps thundered as he ran, and within seconds he was upon her.

"There's no time to explain, take this!" He shouted, his tone unnecessarily urgent.

He shoved a cube of something neon green and presumably against regulation in her hand, and without giving the poor thing time to even process what was happening, he scooped her up by the waist, lifted her up, seated her on his shoulder, and then took off running down the hall once more.

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The femme had heard the broadcast (how could she not?) but, she wasn't the most...Sure about attending a big, and likely loud, party with a bunch of strangers. Granted, her nervousness was less because of her personality and more because of her oh so lovely crash landing. That had made her a little apprehensive about loud noises. If the landing just three days ago had been more uneventful? She would have been one of the first to show up to have fun.

As it were, she was just wanted to have a little peace and quiet, to let her shoulder continue to heal (though she was told it was healing just fine and would be able to look into an Earth alt-mode in a couple of days without worry). So there she was, minding her own business as she migrated from a random hall towards the sanctuary her 'quarters' provided, she simply wasn't expecting to be accosted.

But oh she was, her helm turned as she heard the thundering footsteps coming towards her. Her bright optics started to widen a bit, as the large mech was looking ready to flatten her into the floor below her own two feet. She moved to get out of his way, but he was already upon her. A ominous looking cube (was it drinkable?) was shoved into her hands and she was being told to take it! “w-What...?” The word was uttered in a decidedly Praxian dialect, but most of all – it was very confused sounding.

Of course she was going to get all the more confused as she was hoisted onto his shoulder and a surprised static screech let her. Her free arm wrapped slightly around his head, so she could grip onto his other shoulder and she fell into an old stance of crossing her legs at the ankles to keep herself balanced. It was reminiscent of her dancing days, and the parties that followed some big performance, and she had the cube held delicately in the other hand as he trotted towards the rec room. Her balance was still good, and she was able to keep the suspicious cocktail from spilling despite his running, and Rota kept a hold of him.

“s-Slow down, please.” The femme told him. “You're going to make me spill...This.” Could she really call it a drink? She was still unsure if it was drinkable, but she really didn't want to waste something that was given to her when such things were a little scarce – and she felt she had her fill in the medbay! She didn't need a lot, her filters and frame were rather efficient, so getting too much just felt wasted upon her. Even more so when something was simply handed to her and she was ordered to hold (and likely drink) it.

Oh she was feeling exhausted by this already, she should of got to her room sooner.

But something told her this giant mech would have busted in anyways, and drag her out to the rec room even if she was in 'her space'.

Too bad she didn't have electrical strips around her waist, because that could have been a deterrent from being grabbed.

[Carbine]

((Because it has been just shy of a month, I am going to post to keep this thread rolling and alive.))

Carbine's perceived suave attempt at a flirt was abruptly cut short when a trilled squawk of a beep chattered out a second later. It was a yell, he knew that, and it was unmistakable to know who was telling him to watch out, but knowing who it was and that they were somewhere behind him, did very little when he already had speed going and the impact was so close anyway. It was inevitable, and all he could do to try to stop it was ease upright and begin a turn that only had his shoulders angled slightly to the side.

The first thing Carbine realized was a sharp impact to the back of his legs and his aft plating. It made him instantly tense up in alarm, and pushed his legs to go straight, which was perhaps the opposite of what he should have done for the particular moment. Momentum mixed with a low traction footing caused by his wheels, and Bumblebee's unfortunate height, made it so that the entire world started to tip backwards to him, his post straight legs swinging up into the air with a feeble kick to try to fight against the inevitable.

Luckily Carbine wasn't particularly heavy. While he was tall, and he appeared large, and he DID have some sturdy armor across his front, the rest of his mass was light due to his flying Alt-Mode. This meant he didn’t so much as crush Bumblebee as may be expected, but was flipped over him completely so that next thing he realized his head was going towards the ground, and his arms were swinging around to clutch onto Bee and turn his frame in a misguided attempt to stop this horror show from a bad impact.

A crash.

A bang.

Both ended up on the ground.

Carbine scrambled instantly upon his back, half pinned by Bumblebee as he tried to push him off. His posture was awkward and strained, Bolo's presence docked at his spine twisting his back horribly to not crush the animal beneath him. The white rings that would eventually form into Bolo's shoulder sockets, were scuffed from the impact, a couple dings across it.

"Whoa I ain't nearly dru̸nk͠ e͜no̸ugh͠ for this Sq̀ue̕a̶k̛y̵!"

He barked this out in a shrill cry, only to glance up just in time to see Thunder and the new girl running back towards the Rec-Room. He sincerely doubted that Thunder could miss them and would trip over them, but just in case he made a dramatic gesture and spoke to keep himself from being crushed. Thunder's feet were massive stompers and he didn't want to experience them... again...

It was because of this Carbine, being the over dramatic little tart he was, let out a fake anguished cry, reaching white tipped fingers out towards the jet and his new friend from beneath his pinned stance.

"Of̵f̴i̡c̴e̵r͠ ͏Down͡! Officer Down! 1́1͢-͡99!"

[Bumblebee]

For someone who prided himself on being fast, Bumblebee sure wasn't moving fast enough today. Not that he had any hope of avoiding Carbine in the corridor. Even with his back flush against the wall, there was nothing he could do for the split second except brace for the inevitable impact that was about to occur.

And occur it did.

Bee squawked out a yelp of a surprised beep as he was slammed into. He had managed to tense himself up, so he didn't budge too much as he was hit. And for the briefest of moments, he thought he was going to be okay. He glanced up, watching in almost glorious slow motion as Carbine somehow managed to flip over the top of him. Tensing up had saved Bumblebee from falling down into a heap, and it would only be Carbine who toppled. Score!

Then he noticed the flailing arms.

Then he felt himself being grabbed.

Oh slag.

As Carbine tumbled, so did Bumblebee. He had no choice in the matter! Carbine's servos had gripped him, no doubt in a terrible attempt to try and save himself from falling. All that happened was that Bee was dragged down too, the smaller Mech had not been expecting to be grabbed - not that he could've saved Carbine from falling even if he'd tried. Optics wide in terror, and the whiniest of beeps escaping him as he, too, tried to scramble and flail in an attempt to keep himself upright, trying to latch onto something to stop his fall – but he found himself clinging to Carbine instead.

He landed on top of the helicopter and for a brief, awkward moment which probably felt like forever, stared down at him with wide optics. This wasn't the first time these two had been on the ground together. The first only a week earlier when building those damn shelves. There was a brief moment of silence, as he processed what'd just happened.. Before he screeched out an annoyed flurry of beeps.

--I told ya to watch out!--

Carbine didn't need to work hard to push Bee from him. Laying atop the helicopter was probably infact the last place in the world Bee wanted to be, and so he'd already begun to scramble to his pedes before they could get trampled, or before he was flung away and off the other Mech.

With a whir of hydraulics, he quickly stood upright and rolled his shoulders. He would offer a servo down to the idiot helicopter.

--Get up and quit being dramatic--

They had a party to get to!

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Thundercloud was either completely oblivious to Rota's distress, or he was pointedly ignoring it. Either way, her discomfort went completely unmitigated as Thundercloud continued on his merry way, heedless of her protests. He simply adjusted his grip and continued down the hall, his field a buzzing devil-may-care longwave.

It wasn't long before they came across Carbine and Bumblebee. Thundercloud took one look at the scene, took stock of the situation, and responded accordingly.

"11-99? Nah, what we got here is a 11-25."

That was the only warning Carbine would receive before Thundercloud took a step backwards, bent his knees, then took a running jump towards his fallen friend as he indulged himself in the urge to leap over him just for the hell of it. And, you know, to scare the bejesus out of Carbine, but that went without saying.

Poor Rotary, meanwhile, would be subjected to a very tense three-seconds of complete weightlessness as Thundercloud left the ground, which would then be followed by a feeling not unlike running over a speed-bump at 90 mph as he landed heavily on the other side of Carbine, the impact of his pedes against the ground resonating with a loudbang. At the every least, his grip never faltered - she was in no danger of falling off of her perch, though perhaps that would have been preferable to staying seated on a living roller-coaster.

For some reason, it didn't occur to Thundercloud that he could put Rotary down already, since they were practically at their destination. It was almost as if he had completely forgotten she was there.

Spinning on his heel, Thundercloud turned to face Carbine and Bumblebee. He flashed them both a toothy, uneven grin that all the alien species in all the cosmos could recognize as a universal sign of trouble.

"Come on, losers. Save gettin' freaky on the floor for after you're wasted all t'Hell."

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Arcee mumbled a few choice words at herself. She was really off her A-game if her usual sharp senses completely missed Carbine coming up right behind her at the last minute. The swift movement of the ex-cop literally stepping (or skating) right over through the two-wheeler for a loop momentarily.

She almost replied with an scathing comment at Carbine's lewd flirt, when the inevitable clashing and flailing of limbs in a whirlwind of activity ended up in a sad looking pile.

"An 11-25? I'd called it a 5150 that was a 23103." Arcee commented, easily slipping into Enforcer code-speak.

Biting a mephorically bullet and knowing she would regret this all too much, Arcee crossed her arms and addressed the massive flyer/party host, "So, what did you have in mind for this shindig?"

Arcee sympathized with Rotary's predicament, but figured she would survive with minimum trauma.

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While Thundercloud's field was buzzing with a devil-may-care attitude, her own was a lot more subdued. She was unsure about this whole thing, though it was certainly looking like she didn't have a choice what with riding on his shoulder! As they continued down the hall, her grip tight on his shoulder, her optics noted the brighter yellows that the two mechs had in their paintjobs. She also noticed that they were on the ground, despite being higher up than normal. It was rather hard not to miss them, but even so if Thunder were to trip?

Oh Primus that would mean she would be going down with him. That wasn't a pleasant thought by any means, she was on the tail end of recovery from her 'landing' – she did not want to extend that recovery time by any means.

Thankfully, Carbine shouted out – albeit a bit dramatically that an officer was down. The one warning, was not only for them, but for herself two. If she was a human, her heart would have leap into her throat and she let out another screech of surprise. The 'drink' was lost somewhere mid jump and she was left clinging to an almost empty glass.

The BANG as his pedes hit the ground rattled her something fierce though, and she wished his grip wasn't so tight. She could of jumped off that roller-coaster ride if she was allowed to. Because oh, how it was continuing as he spun on his heel to face the two mechs. While there was a grin that read trouble on his face, there was a frazzled one on the poor femme's. Her optics were wide her processor was trying to catch up to the whole event.

She heard Arcee's voice, and Rota let out a slow huff from her vents to calm herself down. “c-Can you set me down, please?” She asked, sounding as frazzled as she both looked and felt. Another huff of air left her. “And I agree...What did you have in mind?” At least she wasn't the only femme here, and from the sound of Arcee's voice? The two wheeler was going to be a more authoritarian figure here, hopefully.

[Carbine]

Enforcer code? Someone was using it other than Thunder and him?

Carbine snapped a look up towards Arcee from his downed position, not entirely sure what to make in such a situation. For so very long the convicts had adopted those codes and a few fistfuls of Garrus slang to make loosely encrypted commentary back and forth for the battlefield or even around others who couldn't understand. But... in one fel swoop Arcee showed that he couldn't try that here, not with the femme around. He could have considered the ramifications of this further, but Bumblebee was beep buzzing at him.

"Ohhh sooorrryyy I can't ch̨ang͡e̕ trajectory as as ḱz͠͡z͟͡͠t fast you can s̵q͝u̴e͞al̕ ͞b͝eȩp a demand."

This was followed by a couple attempts at mimicking the noises Bumblebee could make, but coming from Carbine just about did zero good. It was just a series of static and crackling sounds as his system didn't know how to create the basic, only understand it ((somehow)). He cackled after this, only to try to reach a hand up towards Bee to stand, only to feel a rumble.

Being on the floor on ones back, they are privy to experiencing the subtle trembles and quakes produced when something large may fall or thump down upon the hard surface, even if it is a small distance away. This meant Carbine froze when he felt not one, two or three, but a full on charge of heavy footfalls coming. This was paired with the fact he could glance over and SEE Thunder not even stopping... just... charging at them still without a care in the world, which was terrifying.

Huge fearful optics snapped over to look down the hall at the barrage, knowing he couldn't move in time for what was coming. Sure, Thunder may not INTENTIONALLY trample him ((or a bit intentionally)) but that didn’t mean he liked the odds of a mech that was so large and so encumbered by armor and a bulky frame to clear him entirely. It is this anxiety that left Carbine lying on his back as Thunder jumped, his frame going ridged and rotors trying to tuck underneath him in a cowering posture. It took everything to not let out a screechy squawk in horror.

A heavy bang, a rumbled impact, Thunder cleared him thankfully, but he would need to consider revenge at some point in the very near future... until then...

"What the F́RA̧G ͡F͏l͢a͝p̸j́ac͢k!?"

Carbine rolled over finally like a turtle off its back as he hefted up to his feet. It was pleasant being able to see the world again from a nice and elevated position, his height making it so that he was arched up above most here, well... most if Rota wasen't cheating by sporting a ride on Thunder's shoulder. Either way with a casual motion, he brushed his hands down his armor, as if trying to knock some invisible dust off the black paint and regain his composure.

"If I know T̨h͠u̧nd̸er̷, and I do, I would say a͢ lo͞t of booze or s̴lag ̷t̵h̢at͠ ͢i͏s close enough, and then some g-games to bring o͢u̴t̕ t̡h̡e ab-absolute worst in everyone i͡n the͘ ͠best kind of ways."

A grin could be felt in Carbine's field, a mirthful aura that rippled in par with his chuckle that rattled out.

"I mean, I could th-think of a few other th̷in̡g͡s͡, but I highly do͡u͘b̕t̀ Thu̴n̢d̛ér has access to a-anything T̨R̀U̵L̨Y̸ ͝great̵."

A bit of a challenge from Carbine. Even though he had a good idea what was coming, and that it would still be fun and enjoyable, he had to put pressure on Thunder to perform.

[Bumblebee]

Bumblebee narrowed his optics at Carbine's silly attempt to mimic the noises he made when speaking. Bee couldn't help that he could only speak basic. It wasn't like he wanted to be tortured by Megatron and lose the ability to speak. Primus they might not even be in this corridor today if Bee had given in to the torture back then. But hey, whatever. Mimic away. Bee was, for now, above retorting – as annoyed as he was, and as such kept his servo held firmly out to help the helicopter up regardless.

That was until he felt the floor trembling, and he quickly followed Carbine's terrified gaze down the hallway. His own optics widening. He didn't quite realize just how big Thunder was until he was steamrolling down the hallway toward them. He didn't recognize the bot he was carrying. But he felt sorry for her! Any and all thoughts he had of pulling up Carbine vanished as Thunder got closer.

NOPE. Screw you, Carbine!

He'd withdraw his servo, scrambling to get out of the way before he was trampled or smashed into again. Pressing his back flush against the wall once more as Thunder closed the gap, jumping rather ungracefully over the downed helicopter and then turned to face the pair.

Aaah, the ex-cons. They were both idiots.

A whir of hydraulics sounded as he rolled his shoulders, he'd push himself from the wall and stand next to Carbine, peering up at Thunder.

--Games? What kinda' games? Like video games?-- He chirped curiously. He was good at video games! Bee had never been one for drinking, or drinking games that sometimes came with drinking. So the concept that those were even a thing didn't cross his processor. He was so naive. This would be an interesting night for Bee no doubt, once the reality hit him an hour or so from now when he'd no doubt be plastered from his first actual taste of high-grade.

--Ya never know, he might have something good.. Given he called over the comm for this...-- He still couldn't believe Thunder did that. Then again it... Didn't surprise him in the slightest.

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Thundercloud only half-heard Rotary's meek request to be put down, and even as her words trickled through his oft-dented head, he just didn't care enough to actually acknowledge them. What was a far more pressing concern, in his mind, was the fact that Arcee just used cop-code, which meant he and Carbine could never ever use it again, ever. At least, not when they were trying to get away with something, which was most of the time.

As Carbine whined about being leaped over (come on, Patches, like he would really crush you underfoot...on purpose), Thundercloud simply regarded his friend with a completely unsympathetic smile. A the ex-cop pulled himself to his feet, all gangly limbs and ungraceful movements, Thundercloud didn't bother to offer him a hand up. Instead, he simply reached up, plucked the cube from Rotary's hand, and casually took a drink from it before handing it back to the femme as if he had just topped off her drink rather than stolen a swig of it.

"Alright, scrublords. If you wanna see what I got planned so damn bad, how's about you quit standin' around like someone just slapped your ass and called you Sally and get in the Rec? C'mon people, move it."

With that colorful announcement made, Thundercloud turned and sauntered into the Rec room, with Rotary still perched upon his shoulder as if he had forgotten he put her there, like a miscellaneous item one might absentmindedly leave on a shelf to collect dust.

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While the pair were obviously concerned over something (Because she didn't know why they would be, she would be honestly excited if another former dancer shown up!), granted...Rota did not know the past of both Thundercloud and Carbine. She didn't really know much of anything when it came to her fellow bots, but that did come with the territory of being the newest arrival who had also been stuck in a ship for far too long.

Seeing the other mech move to get onto his feet with an utter lack of grace, she wanted to be down on the ground to help him! But, such a thing was impossible when she was here still perched on Thunder's shoulder, not being allowed down to the ground. The cub was snagged from her hand, and placed back after the tall mech took a drink. Well, at least that was her answer if it was drinkable and as she was handed it back? She let out a slow huff of air from her vents.

Hearing Carbine speak, she looked down at him from her perch – it was hard to miss the mirth radiating off of him and that chuckle he rattled out. A small smile slowly formed on her face, and she slowly looked down at what was left in the cube. Enough for a swallow and she would tilt the rest of it right down. It would prove to be a somewhat bad idea, as the drink made her sputter. It had been a long time since she had drank anything so..Potent.

“w-What was in that drink? How could you drink it?” She asked Thunder, curiosity in her voice though she was derailed by Bumblebee's curious chirp. What were these...Video games he spoke up? She was still getting used to the Earth terms in all honesty and given her penchant for watching the older movies? Well, it wasn't like such a thing came up in those and she glanced towards Arcee with a little worry, hopefully the two of them could stick together as the only femmes in this little group.

And it seemed like things were just going to get started as Thundercloud sauntered his way into the Rec Room.

Why did she have a feeling that the mech had completely forgotten about her being up there? She even cleared her vents like a human would clear their throats. “Really, you can put me down now.” Rota spoke up, hopefully he would do such a thing sooner rather than later – because she wanted to actually interact with the others opposed to having to look down at them all!

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