[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Better Than This [Optimus, Open - Please Ask!]
May 24, 2019 22:55:45 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on May 24, 2019 22:55:45 GMT -5
Episode: 2.5 | Week 2 | Day 5
Directly after Bumblebee spoke to Carbine in this thread.
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The commline would click to a close.
Bee had let it linger open a moment, just in case Carbine had wanted to add on an apology, or if he wanted to come clean as to why he’d been acting so weird. Obviously, something was going on wherever Carbine and Miko currently were, but Bee didn’t care enough to pry.
Annoyance bubbled up in him again, along with that weird jealousy that he couldn’t seem to shake. He wanted to go exploring with Raf, to be able to go and do fun things. The buddy system was all well and good, but it wasn’t like MECH were everywhere. What he wouldn’t give to be able to take Raf to the cool places they’d read about in his textbooks, places in other countries! Raf was already so, so smart - but imagine being able to give him a firsthand look at some of the places he had to do reports about! Bulkhead had done it for Miko, why couldn’t he go with Raf?
It wasn’t fair.
But, the Autobots didn’t have the resources to open the Bridge all the time. Their Energon was so low that they had to ration it out - and using it to help Raf with a school project, well… the others would probably argue it was pointless and a complete waste. He’d been forgoing his own ration when he could, taking less than what was optimal on the days that he did. Couldn’t he then argue back that that excess could be used for some fun once in a while?
Everything was annoying him all at once. Raf wasn’t here. He was on a field trip, and while Bee was happy he got to go out and see and learn new things, he wished he could be there with him. He was annoyed that the cartoon currently on was for very, very young humans, and while usually, even those simple animations and colors could hold his attention? Today it wasn’t. It was just another annoyance. The voices too high pitched. The colors too bright. The characters too annoying.
Narrowing his optics at the small TV, he’d reach over to tap the datapad that’d been rigged up to act as a Cybertronian sized remote. He hit it a little harder than what was probably needed, but it was quiet now, at least.
But he was still annoyed.
His servo still hurt. Carbine hadn’t apologized. He didn’t want to be on monitor duty. He wanted to be out helping. Finding Energon. Even raiding a Decepticon mine and suffering the consequences was better than everyone slowly starving to death. Which was what they were doing! Just sitting around!
A low, rumbled beep of frustration escaped him, venting out a huff of air as he pushed himself suddenly up into a stand. Sitting here was getting to him, and while he couldn’t leave the Control Room incase something happened, he didn’t have to sit here like a prisoner.
His systems felt hot, probably from the surge of frustration at everything going on. His servos had curled into tight fists, even despite the annoying tingling - almost like he was about to lash out at the Control Panel in front of him just for being there.
Geez, Relax, Bee.
A slow vent outward, he’d shake out his arms, relaxing his servos as he began slowly pacing the Control Room itself.
Maybe there was something he could do in here. Being productive while staying close enough to the monitors in case Carbine called back needing aid.
Hm. It wasn’t like he could tidy the area with the couch - his servos way too big to pick up any strewn wrappers left behind by Miko. The floor was clean. He couldn’t reach the ceiling, which he was sure was covered in cobwebs but eh… The walls- could you even clean walls?
Something caught his optic while he was looking around, and he’d frown at the sight of it, shoulders slumping some. It was small, but it stood out. The hole in the wall he’d punched just days earlier during the altercation with Carbine and Bolo. Nobody had fixed it yet - then again why would they? They weren’t the one who put it there.
He was.
Slowly, he’d move over to it. He didn’t know the first thing about fixing holes in walls, but if he could just patch it up? It’d be something productive at least. This way too it wouldn’t be a constant reminder for both him and Raf of what happened.
Using one squared digit, he’d gingerly poke the surrounding area. The wall was solid concrete, and so it wasn’t like he could just cover it with a piece of cardboard and call it good.
A beepy whine echoed through the Control Room. He wanted to be productive and fix this, he just didn’t know how.
It was taking everything in him not to put another hole right next to it.
Directly after Bumblebee spoke to Carbine in this thread.
-
The commline would click to a close.
Bee had let it linger open a moment, just in case Carbine had wanted to add on an apology, or if he wanted to come clean as to why he’d been acting so weird. Obviously, something was going on wherever Carbine and Miko currently were, but Bee didn’t care enough to pry.
Annoyance bubbled up in him again, along with that weird jealousy that he couldn’t seem to shake. He wanted to go exploring with Raf, to be able to go and do fun things. The buddy system was all well and good, but it wasn’t like MECH were everywhere. What he wouldn’t give to be able to take Raf to the cool places they’d read about in his textbooks, places in other countries! Raf was already so, so smart - but imagine being able to give him a firsthand look at some of the places he had to do reports about! Bulkhead had done it for Miko, why couldn’t he go with Raf?
It wasn’t fair.
But, the Autobots didn’t have the resources to open the Bridge all the time. Their Energon was so low that they had to ration it out - and using it to help Raf with a school project, well… the others would probably argue it was pointless and a complete waste. He’d been forgoing his own ration when he could, taking less than what was optimal on the days that he did. Couldn’t he then argue back that that excess could be used for some fun once in a while?
Everything was annoying him all at once. Raf wasn’t here. He was on a field trip, and while Bee was happy he got to go out and see and learn new things, he wished he could be there with him. He was annoyed that the cartoon currently on was for very, very young humans, and while usually, even those simple animations and colors could hold his attention? Today it wasn’t. It was just another annoyance. The voices too high pitched. The colors too bright. The characters too annoying.
Narrowing his optics at the small TV, he’d reach over to tap the datapad that’d been rigged up to act as a Cybertronian sized remote. He hit it a little harder than what was probably needed, but it was quiet now, at least.
But he was still annoyed.
His servo still hurt. Carbine hadn’t apologized. He didn’t want to be on monitor duty. He wanted to be out helping. Finding Energon. Even raiding a Decepticon mine and suffering the consequences was better than everyone slowly starving to death. Which was what they were doing! Just sitting around!
A low, rumbled beep of frustration escaped him, venting out a huff of air as he pushed himself suddenly up into a stand. Sitting here was getting to him, and while he couldn’t leave the Control Room incase something happened, he didn’t have to sit here like a prisoner.
His systems felt hot, probably from the surge of frustration at everything going on. His servos had curled into tight fists, even despite the annoying tingling - almost like he was about to lash out at the Control Panel in front of him just for being there.
Geez, Relax, Bee.
A slow vent outward, he’d shake out his arms, relaxing his servos as he began slowly pacing the Control Room itself.
Maybe there was something he could do in here. Being productive while staying close enough to the monitors in case Carbine called back needing aid.
Hm. It wasn’t like he could tidy the area with the couch - his servos way too big to pick up any strewn wrappers left behind by Miko. The floor was clean. He couldn’t reach the ceiling, which he was sure was covered in cobwebs but eh… The walls- could you even clean walls?
Something caught his optic while he was looking around, and he’d frown at the sight of it, shoulders slumping some. It was small, but it stood out. The hole in the wall he’d punched just days earlier during the altercation with Carbine and Bolo. Nobody had fixed it yet - then again why would they? They weren’t the one who put it there.
He was.
Slowly, he’d move over to it. He didn’t know the first thing about fixing holes in walls, but if he could just patch it up? It’d be something productive at least. This way too it wouldn’t be a constant reminder for both him and Raf of what happened.
Using one squared digit, he’d gingerly poke the surrounding area. The wall was solid concrete, and so it wasn’t like he could just cover it with a piece of cardboard and call it good.
A beepy whine echoed through the Control Room. He wanted to be productive and fix this, he just didn’t know how.
It was taking everything in him not to put another hole right next to it.