[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Late Night Entertainment (Javelin/open)
Jun 30, 2017 6:50:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2017 6:50:35 GMT -5
"Dang it, not again." Hazmat thought out loud with a groan as he slowly opened his optics, their yellow glow being the only thing that was illuminating the small room he was in. The big rig of an Autobot was lying on his berth, staring up at the ceiling silently thanking Primus that he didn't wake from his recharge cycle screaming. He would've woken up the whole base. With a grunt the black and green mech hauled himself onto his pedes and try to contemplate how he could stop having those recharge-mares, or nightmares as humans called them, of all his time alone on Cybertron.
With a quick thought Hazmat turned on the headlights of his alt that were attached to his chest, fully illuminating the room he shared with Shale. It lit some of the stuff they had around the room, such as some of the tools that Hazmat would use to clean the base as well as what Shale had collected. He rarely got to see her anymore, and recently he hadn't see her at all. Understandable considering she did her best work at night and he did his during the day, though he did miss her. After all, she was his Amica Endura. She was also the only one he told the whole truth about his time on Cybertron after the war so she was the only one who could properly console him.
Shaking helm to get Shale out of his thoughts, the big bot finally decided that maybe a walk around the base might help clear his thoughts. Maybe to the rec-room. On that note, Hazmat's door slid open as he turned sideways to squeeze himself out of the room, followed by him heading down the hall, his large heavy pedes making their signature 'clump clump clump' as he walked. He doubted he run into anyone at this time of night. It was 1 in the morning!
Upon arrival in the rec, Hazmat's gaze settled onto the Energon dispenser, and that empty feeling in his chassis almost seemed to beg him to bend the rules and have a little to drink. What could one mouthful of Energon hurt? He was one of the few bots that could go into extremely hazardous environments after all! And he was bigger then the rest of them, even Optimus Prime himself! He needed more Energon to keep himself running!
Haz banished that 'ME ME ME' thought as easily as he could do away with a lubricant spill, and turned his helm away from the dispenser. As he did so his gaze settled on the large TV that was set into the wall... or at least large from a human standpoint. To a Cybertronian it was relatively small. Needing something to get his thoughts away from his nightmares, and his stomach, Haz took a seat on the only seat that could support his weight, grabbed the control, and flipped the TV on.
He had to quickly turn the volume down from the explosion of sound that came out of the entertainment system, and after he was convinced that had to of woken someone up or attracted someone's attention, what was said on the TV finally registered. Apparently several channels were broadcasting shows that had to do with technological based entertainment. "Well that could be interesting. Here's hoping its not too strange."
With a quick thought Hazmat turned on the headlights of his alt that were attached to his chest, fully illuminating the room he shared with Shale. It lit some of the stuff they had around the room, such as some of the tools that Hazmat would use to clean the base as well as what Shale had collected. He rarely got to see her anymore, and recently he hadn't see her at all. Understandable considering she did her best work at night and he did his during the day, though he did miss her. After all, she was his Amica Endura. She was also the only one he told the whole truth about his time on Cybertron after the war so she was the only one who could properly console him.
Shaking helm to get Shale out of his thoughts, the big bot finally decided that maybe a walk around the base might help clear his thoughts. Maybe to the rec-room. On that note, Hazmat's door slid open as he turned sideways to squeeze himself out of the room, followed by him heading down the hall, his large heavy pedes making their signature 'clump clump clump' as he walked. He doubted he run into anyone at this time of night. It was 1 in the morning!
Upon arrival in the rec, Hazmat's gaze settled onto the Energon dispenser, and that empty feeling in his chassis almost seemed to beg him to bend the rules and have a little to drink. What could one mouthful of Energon hurt? He was one of the few bots that could go into extremely hazardous environments after all! And he was bigger then the rest of them, even Optimus Prime himself! He needed more Energon to keep himself running!
Haz banished that 'ME ME ME' thought as easily as he could do away with a lubricant spill, and turned his helm away from the dispenser. As he did so his gaze settled on the large TV that was set into the wall... or at least large from a human standpoint. To a Cybertronian it was relatively small. Needing something to get his thoughts away from his nightmares, and his stomach, Haz took a seat on the only seat that could support his weight, grabbed the control, and flipped the TV on.
He had to quickly turn the volume down from the explosion of sound that came out of the entertainment system, and after he was convinced that had to of woken someone up or attracted someone's attention, what was said on the TV finally registered. Apparently several channels were broadcasting shows that had to do with technological based entertainment. "Well that could be interesting. Here's hoping its not too strange."