[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Best and Brightest [Closed]
Feb 20, 2021 0:03:23 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Feb 20, 2021 0:03:23 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 2 | Day 4
Late Morning
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Boredom was a dangerous thing.
Well, no- it wasn’t that he was bored it was more… a restless energy that he couldn’t seem to shake. It felt like absolutely nothing today could hold his attention, and it seemed like everyone was either occupied with their own stuff, or just busy in general - and he hadn’t wanted to pester anyone.
Then again, admittedly, he hadn’t looked very hard.
After what happened to Ratchet, it wasn’t like they could just leave the base, either. At least, not without good reason. There was still many an hour until he had to go and pick up Raf from school, and it seemed like time was dragging at an absolute crawl.
Sprawled on his berth, Bee peered up at the CDs that littered the ceiling of his room. Still 157 of them, he wondered if Raf would be able to bring him some more to add to the collection. Then again, it wasn’t like there was really any room for more, and so went that idea just as quickly as it’d come.
A vented sigh of annoyance, a rumble of a beep. He had to find something to do. He’d done his monitor duty for the day, done some training downstairs against one of the dummies, watched a repeat of a cartoon, yet nothing had really worked in staving off this weird feeling.
With a lazy roll, he’d ease himself from the berth, stretching his arms above his head once standing, before shaking them out and making his way from his room. Normally he’d turn left, heading toward the Control Room and the rest of the base, but today he went right.
A trudge of a walk, he wasn’t putting much effort into his steps. He passed Optimus’ room, Bulkhead’s… Pausing, hesitating a moment outside the door that belonged to Carbine and Thunder. After what he’d seen of Carbine’s face just days earlier he had so many questions, and for half a second debated knocking to see if Thundercloud was around.
But he continued on.
Maybe a spar would be good. Against an actual Cybertronian instead of one of those lifeless and tired old dummies. But with who? That was the question. Carbine was stuck in the brig - and after what Bee had seen? He would’ve probably held back - Javelin was… he didn’t know where she was. Jazz would probably be up for it, but he wasn’t sure where he was either. Then everyone else he could think of was probably far too busy, or had a million other more important things to do.
Another hum, he’d kept walking as he thought - backtracking some and quickly making his way to the area that Hot Rod had ‘claimed’ as a room. Why the other mech wanted to crash in what was essentially a storage room was beyond Bumblebee, but he’d never really had the chance to question it. Hot Rod had been at Omega for a while now, yet they’d never really interacted. A passing greeting, not much else.
Optimus had told him a week or so ago that he’d be leading some planned drills, and while no order had been officially given on that, he’d sought out Windshield just yesterday, and could only assume that Hot Rod was another that he’d be tasked with assisting.
And if not? Well, this would be a good chance to get to know Hot Rod a little more, to see what he was capable of in a spar. Surely, surely he was as bored as Bumblebee was, and would hopefully jump at the chance for something to do.
Coming to a stop in the open doorway, he’d peer into the room.
--Yo, uh, Hot Rod? You busy?--
Late Morning
---
Boredom was a dangerous thing.
Well, no- it wasn’t that he was bored it was more… a restless energy that he couldn’t seem to shake. It felt like absolutely nothing today could hold his attention, and it seemed like everyone was either occupied with their own stuff, or just busy in general - and he hadn’t wanted to pester anyone.
Then again, admittedly, he hadn’t looked very hard.
After what happened to Ratchet, it wasn’t like they could just leave the base, either. At least, not without good reason. There was still many an hour until he had to go and pick up Raf from school, and it seemed like time was dragging at an absolute crawl.
Sprawled on his berth, Bee peered up at the CDs that littered the ceiling of his room. Still 157 of them, he wondered if Raf would be able to bring him some more to add to the collection. Then again, it wasn’t like there was really any room for more, and so went that idea just as quickly as it’d come.
A vented sigh of annoyance, a rumble of a beep. He had to find something to do. He’d done his monitor duty for the day, done some training downstairs against one of the dummies, watched a repeat of a cartoon, yet nothing had really worked in staving off this weird feeling.
With a lazy roll, he’d ease himself from the berth, stretching his arms above his head once standing, before shaking them out and making his way from his room. Normally he’d turn left, heading toward the Control Room and the rest of the base, but today he went right.
A trudge of a walk, he wasn’t putting much effort into his steps. He passed Optimus’ room, Bulkhead’s… Pausing, hesitating a moment outside the door that belonged to Carbine and Thunder. After what he’d seen of Carbine’s face just days earlier he had so many questions, and for half a second debated knocking to see if Thundercloud was around.
But he continued on.
Maybe a spar would be good. Against an actual Cybertronian instead of one of those lifeless and tired old dummies. But with who? That was the question. Carbine was stuck in the brig - and after what Bee had seen? He would’ve probably held back - Javelin was… he didn’t know where she was. Jazz would probably be up for it, but he wasn’t sure where he was either. Then everyone else he could think of was probably far too busy, or had a million other more important things to do.
Another hum, he’d kept walking as he thought - backtracking some and quickly making his way to the area that Hot Rod had ‘claimed’ as a room. Why the other mech wanted to crash in what was essentially a storage room was beyond Bumblebee, but he’d never really had the chance to question it. Hot Rod had been at Omega for a while now, yet they’d never really interacted. A passing greeting, not much else.
Optimus had told him a week or so ago that he’d be leading some planned drills, and while no order had been officially given on that, he’d sought out Windshield just yesterday, and could only assume that Hot Rod was another that he’d be tasked with assisting.
And if not? Well, this would be a good chance to get to know Hot Rod a little more, to see what he was capable of in a spar. Surely, surely he was as bored as Bumblebee was, and would hopefully jump at the chance for something to do.
Coming to a stop in the open doorway, he’d peer into the room.
--Yo, uh, Hot Rod? You busy?--