#juxta mare

[garbagemechcometh]

Reuse would like to state that he cleared out and removed all his stuff (and Wheatbee's) from Juxta Mare some time just after Moose told him never to go back.

Mr. Skitters was donated to a zoo, and the rest of his stuff has gone back into his subspace.

Once again, the little almond is all but homeless, camping out on his friend's couches, and uninhabited planets when he has the time.

He REALLY misses his Starscream Mom, and often wonders what happened to him.

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

You can all thank blame Jazz for the fact that Starscream is now belting out Meat Loaf lyrics as he works away at the main computer console.

"Does he not hear how awful his singing voice is?" you might ask.

And the answer is "No, he does not." He turned his headphones up extra loud to ensure that he doesn't have to hear himself.

[garbagemechcometh]

Escape

Despite the genuine tone of command that rings through the little mech's processor as soon as Starscream speaks, Reuse spends the moment he arrived in medbay prodding gingerly at his face and visor and peering at himself in a mirror.

Frag. Primus, that hurt so much. And when his helm had rebounded off the floor and....gah. His slave coding is already being forced back into dormacy, content that he had at least obeyed one command.

The small mech jerks when he hears the strange sound at the door, he approaches...waiting a moment until the noise stops before trying to open it.

Annnnd no dice.

Reuse backs away from the door, optics narrowed...lock HIM in a room, will you...

He immediately starts looking around, hunting for vents, cracks, or any sign of weakness. He needed to leave. NEEDED to. He...he really didn't want to. This was his home...but everything was so messed up right now...he just needed to go hide somewhere.

He needs to find a way out, even if he has to go THROUGH the wall.

[garbagemechcometh]

Free Hugs

The little mech would hum happily, having just finished half a dozen signs painstakingly painted in Cybertronian glyphs in bright red lettering on thin plywood.

He piles the boards with attached hooks and wires into his arms, and starts out of his room, small helm held high. At intervals around the base, he hangs the signs...making a point to put them as high as he could (considering his height, this isn't very high).

His task finished, he happily looks at the last sign, nods brightly, and heads back to his room. He feels useful, doing this, even if he is just a little silly silver almond.

On each sign now hanging about the base, so carefully constructed, read:

'Free Hugs and Attentive Listener. Just find Reuse.'

[garbagemechcometh]

Hiding

Reuse had been in the hallway of Juxta Mare when the yelling had started. He HAD been on his way to visit Sky, and take him the gift he'd made for Star but...

...the little mech quickly turns tail, moving at a surprisingly fast clip back to his own room.

Door opens, almond comes in. Door closes, HARD. The heavy metal bar he'd personally installed gets thunked over the interior and Reuse is under his recharge berth before one could say avocado.

Why he reacted this way? He isn't quite sure, but something is sure tweaking in his processor at the sound of what is essentially his master going off.