Transcript: afternoon, security station B
*Clean again on the outside, at least, Rodimus heads down to the security station in Metroplex's head. If this was a prank, it was bordering on not-all-that-funny and needs to be dealt with.*
*Fortunately the station is empty when Rodimus enters, so he doesn't have to kick anybody out.* Metroplex, show me the recordings of my quarters last evening.
*Metroplex obeys in silence, and soon Rodimus knows all he needs to know. There had been no one else in the room when those marks were made - only him. The marker - the drawings - were in his own hand.*
*Rodimus leans heavily against the console, optics dim, lips moving in a silent prayer.*
*Fortunately the station is empty when Rodimus enters, so he doesn't have to kick anybody out.* Metroplex, show me the recordings of my quarters last evening.
*Metroplex obeys in silence, and soon Rodimus knows all he needs to know. There had been no one else in the room when those marks were made - only him. The marker - the drawings - were in his own hand.*
*Rodimus leans heavily against the console, optics dim, lips moving in a silent prayer.*