#hookchainandmaintain

[my-shovel-your-face]

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

@hookchainandmaintain

       They had discussed this before, well sort of, they had mentioned that it was something they needed to talk about and it seemed that time to talk had come. 

    For once the two both had a free schedule that lined up perfectly, allowing them an entire day just to spend with one another. This had been nice, nothing over the top, just a lazy and relaxing day spend reading, talking, taking a long walk around the ship and to end it all a small packed meal to share in the empty theater. 

    The two were seated in the first row, watching the stage that no performance was on. Even then there was something to enjoy, the way the stage had been designs, the careful, delicate mechanisms hidden skillfully from the audience. The playwright smiled and looked to his companion a moment. 

    “You know, I don’t see it from this angel too often. Sometimes when directing but most of the time I’m up there for behind the scenes...It’s funny, you can be so sure you’re familiar with something, but then seeing from a new angel brings up a whole new appreciation for it again.” 

    The smile ran from his expression, he didn’t want it to seem as if he was talking this place up as an excuse to stay. Crosscut fiddled with his fingers, staying silent for a few moments before he continued. “I’ve given it some serious thought, what you mentioned before, and well....I do enjoy this place, it feels ‘homey’ to me, familiar to how things were during the war but just different enough to explore new things. But...It is not without it’s limitations, being on Cybertron permanently sounds challenging but, there’s be so many more opportunities. I was scared to stay there before, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do it...What about you, what do you think of it all?” 

[rurounidrift]

"Drift, I understand you're handling the issue of dispersing the crew or otherwise getting them settled and on their way. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know--most of my affairs are already in order. Consider it a final bit of maintenance."

«Yes! Yes, thank you, I—that would be great.»

[my-shovel-your-face]

Gift Ideas

   Crosscut was walking down the hall, optics (rather unsafely) glued to the screen of the datapad in his hand and he checked his messages. 

     “Oh!” He gave a delighted little sound as he entered the workshop, strolling over to his usual spot by the small break table, looking up to his partner who was no doubtably still working. “You’ll never guess who I got for the ‘Secret Santa’ game the ship is playing.” The playwright set the pad down, pulling the packed lunch from his subspace for Hoist before pulling up a chair to sit. 

[my-shovel-your-face]

The First Of Many

@hookchainandmaintain 

      It had only been a few days that he and Rodimus reached an agreement, he would write as well as direct this sponsored play the Captain wanted so badly. In exchange he asked only for an open mind and creative freedom over the project. He had so many ideas bubbling up in his mind already, just waiting to be written down and laced carefully into something more, but no..He wasn’t ready yet. Crosscut wanted this to be a performance by the crew, for the crew, he wanted to do research on the other bot’s emotions and thoughts that dwell around certain events during this long quest of theirs.

   He’d spent most of the day typing up questions he’d like to ask in said interviews, trying to decide which would be best and in what order. As he was finishing up, looking over his list a few more times for error or possible changes the familiar sound of their hadsuite door hissing open caught his attention. Glancing at the clock he noted that Hoist was surprisingly on time tonight, usually he’d be held up with helping someone or fixing something. 

     “Hmm...Must be slow around here.” He smiled, swiveling around in the desk chair to see the other mech as he entered. “I’m not used to seeing you home so early. Guess being stuck hovering in one place doesn’t give the ship as many problems to fix as when it’s buzzing around the universe?” 

[clevermech-blog]

A memo to all personnel with unrestricted access to personal or communal workshops and laboratories:

All experimentation with the potential for cataclysmic destructive outcomes is prohibited aboard ships crewed by more than fifty mecha, and within a parsec of inhabited planets or planetoids, or within nine billion kilometers of civilian or alien ships.

Clarification of destructive outcomes categorized as cataclysmic can be found in section 4, subsection E of the Autobot laboratory conduct guide, accessible via any search terminal on the ship.

Your understanding and cooperation is appreciated.

Perceptor  Chief Science Officer of the Lost Light

[protectobotmedic]

"First Aid! I'm prepared to move into the city proper to help with the wounded and evacuations. Where do you need me?"

:: There’s a sector here and here that are in need of help. I’m at a different part of Iacon and can’t get to it in enough time. :: 

First Aid pinged the locations to Hoist. 

[my-shovel-your-face]

Fancy Meeting You Here.

   The hosting even had been going on for a good portion of the night and honestly..It didn’t appear to be going over very well. From what Crosscut could see there weren’t too many guests and plenty of hosts to go around. Needless to say it had been rather quiet at his table, but on the plus side he’d had plenty of time to catch up on some reading.

  But now, he was officially out of reading material, his cup was empty and the playwright was growing increasingly bored. That was when he spotted a familiar green frame across the room, deciding he wasn’t going to miss anything, left his table to stroll over to the towtruck.

    “My my, aren’t you a handsome one.” He cooed with a chuckle, hoping to take his partner a bit off guard by approaching him from the rear. “Tell me, sir are you still hosting? I wouldn’t mind some time with you for a while.”

[jazz4thearkbeats]

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::All ya want is someone ta whom ya can cling...::