[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Tethered [Closed]
Jan 31, 2022 11:43:26 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Jan 31, 2022 11:43:26 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 2 | Day 7
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Bumblebee wasn’t quite sure how long he’d been pacing up and down the corridor. Ten minutes? Thirty? No matter the number, he realized that it’d probably gotten to the point that he should stop and get this over with.
It’d been a long two days indeed. He’d tried to keep himself busy, rearranging his own quarters, fixing and cleaning the odd little thing around Omega One where he could, yet that hadn’t gotten him far in terms of distracting himself from his thoughts.
He’d been worried about Carbine. Not just from the events days earlier where he’d seized in the Control Room, but just the general state of him - namely his helm. While the other mech had evidently gone to finally see Patch about it, Bumblebee couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of guilt for not going there first.
Obviously it’d been bad, bad enough to the point that something was wrong - yet he’d given the helicopter mech his word, a promise not to tell or even mention it to Ratchet or Patch. But should he have broken that word, that trust? What if that extra week was enough time to prevent the seizure and unnecessary panic in the Control Room? Though surely that would’ve added to any anger the helicopter mech felt - after all, Bee had helped Patch in restraining him, holding him down.
If there was any anger at all over that.
So, he found himself pacing. Mulling over his thoughts, wondering how to even go about this. He’d wandered by the Medical Bay the day after things happened to find Carbine no longer there, which while it was a good sign indeed? The fact he hadn’t left his room at all in that time (that Bee knew of) had him worried.
Eventually, his pacing stopped, and he found himself staring up at the door to Carbine’s shared quarters. He wasn’t sure of the door code, though even if he did it wasn’t like he’d just walk on in unannounced - but now he was here he wasn’t quite sure what to do or say.
You’re just checking on him, it’s not a huge deal. See that he’s okay, ask if he needs anything… double check he’s not furious with you…
Opting against sending an unprompted comm, Bee’s left servo would curl gently into a fist. A moment of hesitation was given before he knocked twice, though he wouldn’t remove his servo from the door.
--Hey, Carbine? It’s me.-- the beeps alone would be an obvious clue as to just who it was, but before they trailed off into a stop, he would speak again.
--Uh, it's Bumblebee- it’s Bee.-- maybe ‘Squeakers’ would’ve been better, given that was what Carbine called him, but it was too little too late now.
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Bumblebee wasn’t quite sure how long he’d been pacing up and down the corridor. Ten minutes? Thirty? No matter the number, he realized that it’d probably gotten to the point that he should stop and get this over with.
It’d been a long two days indeed. He’d tried to keep himself busy, rearranging his own quarters, fixing and cleaning the odd little thing around Omega One where he could, yet that hadn’t gotten him far in terms of distracting himself from his thoughts.
He’d been worried about Carbine. Not just from the events days earlier where he’d seized in the Control Room, but just the general state of him - namely his helm. While the other mech had evidently gone to finally see Patch about it, Bumblebee couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of guilt for not going there first.
Obviously it’d been bad, bad enough to the point that something was wrong - yet he’d given the helicopter mech his word, a promise not to tell or even mention it to Ratchet or Patch. But should he have broken that word, that trust? What if that extra week was enough time to prevent the seizure and unnecessary panic in the Control Room? Though surely that would’ve added to any anger the helicopter mech felt - after all, Bee had helped Patch in restraining him, holding him down.
If there was any anger at all over that.
So, he found himself pacing. Mulling over his thoughts, wondering how to even go about this. He’d wandered by the Medical Bay the day after things happened to find Carbine no longer there, which while it was a good sign indeed? The fact he hadn’t left his room at all in that time (that Bee knew of) had him worried.
Eventually, his pacing stopped, and he found himself staring up at the door to Carbine’s shared quarters. He wasn’t sure of the door code, though even if he did it wasn’t like he’d just walk on in unannounced - but now he was here he wasn’t quite sure what to do or say.
You’re just checking on him, it’s not a huge deal. See that he’s okay, ask if he needs anything… double check he’s not furious with you…
Opting against sending an unprompted comm, Bee’s left servo would curl gently into a fist. A moment of hesitation was given before he knocked twice, though he wouldn’t remove his servo from the door.
--Hey, Carbine? It’s me.-- the beeps alone would be an obvious clue as to just who it was, but before they trailed off into a stop, he would speak again.
--Uh, it's Bumblebee- it’s Bee.-- maybe ‘Squeakers’ would’ve been better, given that was what Carbine called him, but it was too little too late now.