Ep.1 - After Party - Open
Jul 11, 2012 2:00:03 GMT -5
Post by bumblebee on Jul 11, 2012 2:00:03 GMT -5
((OOC: The celebration after the successful raid and all the necessary post-op organization and debrief. In the rec room, high-grade all around, party times, etc. Remember, bots who want to be around for the first-exposure be coming off shift to party, those who want to not be around, be leaving the party to go on duty.))
“He didn’t catch me!” Bumblebee was wailing, kind of chirp/howling in despair. Shadowrunner was not listening of course because she was having far too good a time taking extreme and unnecessary pleasure in his misery. The bright yellow scout-bot had hoped to keep what had transpired on the Nemesis and how of his extraction more or less a secret but Optimus had given him one of those ‘Tell me everything’ faces that made you feel like the world would implode if you didn’t and he had – mumbling and staring at the floor – come clean about his encounter with Jetfire. “He thought I was a Decepticon/ally and I just… I dunno, I didn’t correct him! Stooooop, Shadow! It’s not funny!”
Okay. Actually. It was pretty funny. Even Optimus had given him that kind of head-tilte, brow-arch thing he did when it looked like he wanted to laugh but such a thing was physically impossible because he was a Prime and cracking smiles wasn’t allowed. But at the time, Bee hadn’t been keen on shooting old geezer bots in the spark-chamber on account of their being old and in his way, Decepticon or not. He also hadn’t been keen on having a ceiling fall on him, but that had happened too. Then he almost got thrown out an airlock. That had happened. Okay. Well, it was pretty funny, but that didn’t stop him from being sullen about it on principle.
But it was hard to be sullen when everyone else was in the middle of having fun, and he was full of League-level high-grade and they’d won. Like, actually, and properly kicked some tailpipe. Half of the team was still on duty, all of them swapping in and out of the party to keep patrol covered. He’d just come off patrol to a hail of laughter. Figures. Bee hid his face in his hand and chirred in misery.
“Okay, okay, it was funny/hilarious/side-splitting! Can we stop laughing/joking about it now?”
“He didn’t catch me!” Bumblebee was wailing, kind of chirp/howling in despair. Shadowrunner was not listening of course because she was having far too good a time taking extreme and unnecessary pleasure in his misery. The bright yellow scout-bot had hoped to keep what had transpired on the Nemesis and how of his extraction more or less a secret but Optimus had given him one of those ‘Tell me everything’ faces that made you feel like the world would implode if you didn’t and he had – mumbling and staring at the floor – come clean about his encounter with Jetfire. “He thought I was a Decepticon/ally and I just… I dunno, I didn’t correct him! Stooooop, Shadow! It’s not funny!”
Okay. Actually. It was pretty funny. Even Optimus had given him that kind of head-tilte, brow-arch thing he did when it looked like he wanted to laugh but such a thing was physically impossible because he was a Prime and cracking smiles wasn’t allowed. But at the time, Bee hadn’t been keen on shooting old geezer bots in the spark-chamber on account of their being old and in his way, Decepticon or not. He also hadn’t been keen on having a ceiling fall on him, but that had happened too. Then he almost got thrown out an airlock. That had happened. Okay. Well, it was pretty funny, but that didn’t stop him from being sullen about it on principle.
But it was hard to be sullen when everyone else was in the middle of having fun, and he was full of League-level high-grade and they’d won. Like, actually, and properly kicked some tailpipe. Half of the team was still on duty, all of them swapping in and out of the party to keep patrol covered. He’d just come off patrol to a hail of laughter. Figures. Bee hid his face in his hand and chirred in misery.
“Okay, okay, it was funny/hilarious/side-splitting! Can we stop laughing/joking about it now?”