#ironchemist

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@ironchemist from HERE.

Hissing out another string of expletives, the microscope transforms, catching a slide popped into the air by the movement. “These samples are ruined, utterly useless.” punctuated with a little wave of the glass.

a cocked optical ridge, and brainstorm’s arms shift over his cockpit, optics void of any concern. ❛ maybe you should be more careful next time, perceptor, ❜ chimes out in an air of smug superiority. of course, the microscope’s flare of anger is somewhat intimidating       a sharp mind combined with an equally sharp eye makes for a deadly enemy, and even he knows not to overstep perceptor’s boundaries to such an extent. perhaps he should tread carefully, but where was the fun in that?

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Send ‘♪’ for my muse to sing a song to your muse

Siren has got the perfect song for Perceptor.

“You got a friend in meYou got a friend in meWhen the road looks rough aheadAnd you’re miles and miles from your nice warm bedYou just remember what your old pal saidBot you got a friend in me!Yeah you got a friend in me!”

[notanemergencyvehicle-blog]

It’s been a couple days since Siren’s last visit to Perceptor--longer than he intended--but he has with him a whole stack of datapads when he trots back into the medbay.

“Hi!” he greets, making a beeline for his friend and setting the pads down on the berthside tray. “I forgot to ask what you like to read so I brought a bit of everything. And a pad of number puzzles! You’re probably faster at ‘em than I am, but maybe they can take up some time.”

He also brings another couple of days’ worth of gossip, if Perceptor is interested in staying caught up--including some which Siren is very excited about, himself, but hasn’t actually hit the rumour mill yet.

[brainstormsbelovedbriefcase]

On sanity’s last legs

Is Perceptor in the medbay? Is he bored? Well, he’s not the only one who’s bored. Enter Brainstorm, a few datapads tucked under one arm and making a bee line for the scientist’s circuit slab. The lack of legs aren’t a surprise for him, he’s seen them already, and he wouldn’t show a reaction even if they were. He picks up a stool in his other hand and plonks it next to the microscope before taking the seat, neatening the stack of datapads on his lap.

“So, you gone crazy yet?” 

[brainstormsbelovedbriefcase]

❤

((❤ : locked in a closet by a friend who just wants them to get along (or possibly hook up))

Well, this was embarrassing, not just because they were stuck in a room again, but because they were on his and Shockwave’s ship, specifically in one of the sections under his maintenance. The constructs were probably doing some modifications do the security features and forgot to update him or post warning signs. A quick glance at the console confirmed that they were ahead of schedule, and could expect to be in here for at least an hour, maybe five. 

At least this storage closet was larger than the one on Perceptors Lost Light, and as it had not been completely stocked yet, even more space than it would give later. That was actually the reason he had come in here, he wanted advice on how to appropriately stock a workshop. 

“Hold on, I gotta make a call..”

::Windchime,:: he commed his major construct, ::You didn’t update the maintainence schedule promptly. Return access to 8-359-7-A.:: 

Her response is in text. [No.]

[whenthemusicisrockin-blog]

@ironchemist

In the landing bay, Blaster was working on connecting the portable communications relay to the ship.  While in there, he was working on programming it so Rodimus and his party can take the relay with them while they explore.  He was working alone while he had Boom continue to work on the comms on the bridge, which was fine with him as he could jam out a bit while fitting the ship.

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There’s a long range comm that Ratchet left in the common after chatting with Firstaid, and Drift is tempted, oh so tempted. How much must have changed on The Lost Light, even in the time since Ratchet departed to find him? He has no idea, but there’s one mech he can call. 

Does he want to call?

Yeah. He snags the comm off the table while walking by and sits heavily in a chair, dialing an old friends frequency. 

[swordstoagunfight-blog]

@ironchemist @rodimusstars

#last i checked you've only been hot for like 4 years rodimus

Excuse you, Perceptor, he’s been hot since the day he was onlined, so try four million years. It’s even in his old name Hot Rod.