#faultfindingfirebot

[indomitablespirits]

👶

Send 👶 for our muses to have a baby together. || Accepting!

Roz never expected to stay on Griffin Rock. Not forever. Funny how love could derail plans, and yet…in the best way. High Tide had brought her back to the island to reunite her with her son and her critters. The animals on her island knew she was safe - that she had found a place where Universal Dynamics couldn’t easily find her. Brightbill would visit, even bringing his new mate next time.

Roz never thought that her newfound spark would be pulled towards anywhere else. Towards anyone else. But the Burns were good to her, she had purpose, she was surrounded by nature, and - most of all - she had a good mech at her side that she adored and loved more than any other. And in time, they would visit with their own new family member to introduce…

The rescue team is being called out today to appraise the aftermath and possible damages of a considerable landslide out in the mountains. Dangerous? Potentially. But Heatwave can’t disregard the very small weight suddenly on his pede.

Upon looking down, he’ll notice her - tiny Gadget. White and red, gold and gray accents, plenty of roundness, and round aqua eyes. She’s got all four limbs clung to her sire’s leg, staring up at him intently with a few pleading chirps sounding out.

She’s coming along, please and thank you!

[cliff-and-the-kid]

[FLOP]

"OOF!"

This is red on red violence. Fortunately for Heatwave, Cliff isn't in a mood to retaliate. Instead he just groans, still laying sprawled on the warm grass, and aims a blind swat at the other bot's helm. "Slagger."

[captainseamech]

‘Hubba Hubba’

Hubba Hubba baby!

             “.......” He is quickly hitting the button again before Heatwave could see the result.

             “H-Huh, would ye look at that, very accurate!”

[flicker-bot]

Angst Meme: Flowers / @faultfindingfirebot

The rescue had been a false alarm. They'd tracked down the signal of an emergency beacon, located deen within the forest near mountains, only to receive a message that the survivor who'd dropped it had been picked up already. Then the comm line had broken off abruptly - the weather had been getting worse by the second. The snow Griffin Rock had been getting over the last few weeks had suddenly melted, causing floods, and now a storm was forming over the island.

The strong wind had torn a tree off its roots, dropping it right between Flicker and Heatwave. Flicker had jumped backwards to avoid getting hit, only to lose a foothold and drop into an overflowing forest river.

Flicker wasn't sure how far the current had taken him by the time he finally caught a hold of a tree trunk half-fallen into the river. Slowly but steadily, he was able to pull himself onto the riverbank. Beaten and cold, he collapsed onto the ground, allowing himself a moment to gather his strength.

When he finally looked around, nothing about his surroundings looked familiar. How far away was he from Heatwave?

[coetusmachina-a]

( ✧ ― @faultfindingfirebot ― ✧ )

After hearing that Steamtrack is going through some things… Jolt scrounged through the cabinets in the galley, medbay, and his own personal stash, filling up a small supply crate with sweets, savories, a heating pad, pain dullers, a data pad with some good reading material, and a data pad with little games and a drawing program, then went and knocked on her hab suite door.

Steamtrack grumbled as she laid on her berth, curled into herself and groaning as pain struck through her systems at random intervals. She wasn't sure where these were coming from, or why they were causing her system to run uncomfortably hot as well, but what she was sure was that she absolutely hated them and wanted them gone.

The knock on her door had her wanting to yell at whoever it was to frag off, but instead she grumbled and whined pathetically before huffing - a soft puff of steam escaping her vents, "It's open..."

[supraxstcllas]

@faultfindingfirebot gets a starter!

while it had been a long time since he'd been on stage, little bits of his prior training as a performer peeked out every once in a while, especially when he played dance dance revolution with Frankie or Dani at the arcade. but today he wanted to stretch and see if he could still remember some of the steps to an old Iaconian dance he'd learned.

so when Heatwave entered the Bunker, he'd see Blades carefully dancing to a quiet hum of a tune, brow ridges furrowed as he took several steps and pirouettes. after a moment, Blade stops when he realizes he's being watched, a sheepish grin on his face,

" Oh hey, Heatwave! " he fidgets, " H-How much did you see? "

[circuitry-and-chaos]

“✘”

Meme/Open

It was only clear when you saw them up close, a jagged, thick ring around his wrist of off colored wire. His servo twisted, showing it went all the way around. When he spoke his voice was soft, and rough with.. something.

"Don't struggle to hard in cuffs that aren't meant to be struggled in."

[stellarcuriosity]

@faultfindingfirebot liked for a starter!

"You know."

Starburst, with wet paint dripping down her snout, moseyed up to Heatwave with a grin on her face. Oh dear, she's been scheming.

"I've been doing some....mmmmrrrr research, and a LOT of cultures here on Earth enjoy fire-spinning, you know. With sticks." She lifts a servo to wipe at the dripping paint, only to smear it further on her plating. She then proceeds to place this same talon onto Heatwave's shoulder as she grins.

"So hear me out- I can help show people these crazy fire-spinning-sticks! I'm asking you, because you're the fire expert- that's why you wear red, right? You're also good at 'fighting' said fires."