Encrypted Personal Log: Does it ever end?

[botwithacamera]

[Thursday, night]

Does this place ever calm down?

Sunstreaker is finally in med bay, sulking by the looks of it. Ratchet sounded less-then-happy about my choice of places to lock Sunstreaker up, but frankly, Sunstreaker's the one who chose it. I didn't make him hide in the fragging storage closet, and I'm certainly not sorry about it. If he wants to

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[fire_engine_bot]

Hey Red, looks like I'm gonna be stuck here with Hound...

Re: Comms

[botwithacamera]

*pointed* I figured as much from the conversation. *sighs tiredly* I'll probably be out cold when you get out of there.

Re: Comms

[fire_engine_bot]

You just make sure ya refuel right? Dunno what happened, but somethings shaken Hound up real bad

Re: Comms

[botwithacamera]

Yes, yes. I can take care of myself.

[ironhorsehide]

*Ironhide trudged back to the brig. He'd delivered his message to both Red Alert and Prowl and felt like he'd been beating his head against a wall. Nobody seemed concerned that Autobots were being treated like criminals by Autobots. Well, he was concerned. He couldn't wait for Optimus to get back from whatever thing he was doing. Optimus wouldn't put up with that, he was sure

[fire_engine_bot]

No trouble at all Ironhide.

*smiles affectionately at Red* Yeah, company's good. Didya get everythin' sorted that ya needed ta get sorted?

[ironhorsehide]

*Ironhide glances at Red and then back at Inferno. He shakes his head*

Naw. Ah guess Prowl thinks he's got a handle on the situation.

You all can head on back to your quarters if ya want. Ah'll keep watch tonight. Ah have some thinkin' ta do. *He chuckled* Ah do think sometimes.

[botwithacamera]

*smirks, but refrains from commenting on the opening* Yes, bed. Now. *starts untangling himself from the chair*