Settling In [Open RP]
The hallway was surprisingly empty, he noted. Stormfront walked down the corridor alone, a small box tucked under one arm. It contained his belongings: A few data pads, several vials with paint in his colors as well as the brushes to use them, some buffing rags, and the shards of his brothers' spark crystals. While all these could have fit in the Seeker's subspace easily, those compartments had been locked down during his integration period. It had become habit to carry things in other ways, and it stuck even after his probation had ended, granting him the Autobot decals now proudly adorning his wings.
The doors of the room lining the hall left and right were mostly open, still awaiting their new residents. Stormfront found his after several more steps down the path.
After only a moment's hesitation, he stepped across the threshold, then stayed still in in one place for a long, long moment, contemplating the room as much as his decision to come here.