#lone-thunder

[the-houston-solution]

...Houston...I don't feel good... [antennae twitch with static. And there is a fever]

[Oh. Oh, no. No, no no. Houston carefully picks his darlin' up and carries him into the medbay, activating a divider around the berth at the farthest end of the room to give Rapid some privacy. Houston reaches forward and cups Rapid's helm in his servos, noting the metal surface's current temperature in relation to the last average temperature he had logged for Rapid.]

Your frame's temp has gone up by 10%, 'n'-- [He brings one servo away, staring at the residual static arcing across his fingertips before he grounds the charge in his servo.] Excess static. My scans're showin' stress on your chamber, CPU, 'n' your t-cog-- explains the heat. What've you been up to, sweetspark?

[twistedforlogic-blog]

While the cat's are away the mice come out to play. 

Wirespark loved one thing about Earth, and such things were the children songs, riddles, and metaphors. He always found a twisted sense in them, some he could relate to.

His first act was too simple thanks to his little brother's stubbornness to be alone when upset. He was still missing an arm and he was still weak from the events that took place before. And being the emotional bot Rapidshock is, it was easy for Wirespark to overpower him. One pawn in his servos. Now up to the next one. 

As for his second act, it was more tricky. There were changed security codes, it was a struck of luck that the voice override was still intact. His sire must forgotten that he can easily imitate his voice. It was another easy task, the pathetic little servant mopping in his room. Too engrossed in his own pity to notice the bot coming from behind.

ZAP

It was all it took to knock the grounder down. He lost no time to be out of there before...she... noticed something's up.

Now secured in his location, he opened a comm as he awaited for his two prisoners to come back online. 

"Hey boss! Yeah, yeah, I got them.Tell big S I will be preparing them for the third act. Which reminds me! New bots are starting to appear, it might get a little busy. But worry not! Nothing I can't handle boss." 

His optic darkened as he caught optics beginning to reboot.

"Tell big S the pawns are in place. The revival might be sooner than we thought." He chuckled as he shut down the line.

[the-houston-solution]

[Calls. Waits for him to pick up. Doesn't even wait for Houston to say something before speaking. And loud.] WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO OUT FOR LUNCH????

[Houston shouts and nearly drops the phone.] Ran?! You scared the bejeezus out of-- wait, what? [He winces, suddenly aware of how stupid he sounds.] Lunch? You 'n' me?

[It wasn't as if he didn't already spend his lunch hour with Ran three days out of the work week... Of course Ran had practically yelled the invitation at him, so... He suddenly stares at the floor. Oh. It sounded like... Don't be stupid, Houston, of course it isn't a date. He can't deny the warm feeling blossoming in his chest, though...] Sure, I'd... I'd love that! 

[finish-line-femme]

lone-thunder replied to your post:((Still don’t have a FC for Sieve. /falls over))

((And then you got Houston’s too))

(( *cries* ))

[finish-line-femme]

PING! <>

<< Am I supposed to keep Seis from doing something stupid, or Houston? >>

[the-houston-solution]

PING! <>

<< Rapid Darlin', Breakwire came by 'n' told me there was an emergency with Seis. I left you a note but I think you didn't catch it. I had to come over ASAP to look after his energon lines 'n' he's in a rage right now. >>

[the-houston-solution]

[Unaware that they are back to normal, he rolls over and snuggles into the medic's chest plate.]

[Snuggles with the cyclops for a little bit and reaches up to scratch his helm... Oh. His helm.] Mm? [He opens his optics and stares at his servo. Apparently they're back to normal. He shrugs and continues cuddling Rapid against his chestplate.]

[the-houston-solution]

[Comes in holding her sore cheek and cleaning tears off her eye]

Rapid! Darlin', what happened? [He gently removes her hand from her cheek to reveal sore, pink skin. Suddenly his eyebrows angle sharply and his jaw stiffens in what can only be described as carefully restrained fury.] ...Who did this?