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randomplaces2008-11-05 03:33 pm
random_xtras) wrote in randomplaces2008-11-05 03:33 pm
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Armada 'verse. Team headquarters in Cyber City. Morale building exercise
Ironhide appears in the room where he and his sister have been taking their recharge since they arrived here, and looks around carefully to make sure that he's reached the right place this time. He'd intended a quick trip to the Nexus, just to see if he couldn't catch some word of Bumblebee. But instead he'd wound up in another, smaller nexus lined with lockers and littered with human clothing. One of the rooms of this place had been stacked to the ceiling with energon.
There was blue energon there. There was green.
Ironhide's arms are full, and he walks carefully as he goes to the empty common room and arranges his armload neatly on the table before vanishing and reappearing with more. This also arranged to his liking, he grabs a cube of the green and walks out the front door to trade for the last thing that every perfect drinking party needs. It takes a little while to find a mech who has what he wants, but if he still had emotions Ironhide would be very pleased as he returns to the laden table with packets of various-coloured minerals in one hand. He hasn't had this much energon additives since before he'd first left his native Cybertron. And the person he'd traded them from seemed to think they were paint pigments!
Rumbling, he settles down and mixes careful doses of several different powders into a cube of blue, then sips appreciatively as he waits for some of his new teammates to show up.
There was blue energon there. There was green.
Ironhide's arms are full, and he walks carefully as he goes to the empty common room and arranges his armload neatly on the table before vanishing and reappearing with more. This also arranged to his liking, he grabs a cube of the green and walks out the front door to trade for the last thing that every perfect drinking party needs. It takes a little while to find a mech who has what he wants, but if he still had emotions Ironhide would be very pleased as he returns to the laden table with packets of various-coloured minerals in one hand. He hasn't had this much energon additives since before he'd first left his native Cybertron. And the person he'd traded them from seemed to think they were paint pigments!
Rumbling, he settles down and mixes careful doses of several different powders into a cube of blue, then sips appreciatively as he waits for some of his new teammates to show up.
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"Who, me?" Nightscream asks, visor flickering. The others ignore him.
"Can't hurt," Stormcloud reasons, looking over the concotion in Ironhide's hand. His reasoning may have been affected by the fraction of his last cube now seeping into his system. He glances at Waterlog. "Well, are you just gonna sit on that all day?"
Waterlog funnels a noisy burst of air through his fans as only a hovercraft can. "Don't go trying to part a shipmate from his grog."
"You're a boring old scraplet." The speedboat-former looks back at Ironhide. "One of us wants one, yeah."
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Instead he turns and snags a tiny stone cup from where it was sitting on one of the crates that still sit in the front room and carefully mixes a perfect little Chromia in it, allowing time for both explosion and flash. "There."
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Nightscream watches as he finally gets around to splashing some of his drink on his vocal circuits. It feels simultaneously refreshing and terrifyingly corrosive, but he'll deal. "What kind of drink's that?" he asks, when he thinks his vocaliser's less gummed up (it doesn't sound much better yet).