Transcript: morning, Rodimus Prime's quarters

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus Prime's everpresent typist enters his quarters, cautiously when she sees that the light is still off.*

Typist: ...Roddy?

*Atop the berth, Rodimus stirs painfully. The moogle trots over and pokes his hand where it hangs over.*

Typist: Roddy, you're missing a staff meeting.

Rodimus: ...mrf. Good. *stirs, lifts his head up and blinks

Comments

[navigatorsghost]

((ohdearohdear. Poor Roddy...))

[giri_guy]

((He'll be okay, don't worry.))

[apprentice_lurk]

*it's handy having beardlings that like you friends as much as you do, especially when it means you get a heads-up if they're looking - a little under the weather, say. With that in mind, try not to be surprised when there's a muffled 'clunk' from a vent grate near Roddy's berth and a Transformer-sized, human-style pillow is pushed through the gap. It looks home-made, a bit wonky, like someone was experimenting when they put the thing together - but it's soft and warm and comfortable, and might help if you were planning to sleep off a hangover or three...*

[giri_guy]

*oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear... Roddy had been planning on going to the meeting as soon as his optics cleared a little, and just soldiering through... but he hadn't counted on a benevolent lurker-in-the-vents giving him nice soft fluffy pillows to sleep on. And really, it would be rude not to take advantage of such kindness. Especially when whoever it is - and no prizes on guessing the name - went to so much trouble.*

*Smiling a little, Rodimus goes back to the berth and lays down, resting his head upon the Pillow of Love.*

[navigatorsghost]

((Is "Pillow of Love" supposed to sound like a nexus-lol waiting to happen, or are you just being fuzzy? *worried look*))

[giri_guy]

((I'm just being fuzzy. 'Boots may have other plans. Or I may have just given her ideas. *runs!*))

[toughguytruck]

*To pull a bit of a time-has-no-meaning-yay, the barest hints of a loud explosion can probably be heard in Roddy's quarters. Should he care to inspect.*

[giri_guy]

*is woken up* ... *reruns memory captures* ...!!!

*bursts out of the room toward the source of the explosion, running like heck*

[toughguytruck]

*by the time he does get there, of course, there's nothing but Snowcat sitting casually on Demolisher's truck bed, languidly sipping energon*

[giri_guy]

*blinks* *rubs optics*

Snowcat, did you hear something explode?...

[ravenclaw_devi]

((Did he party hard? Did it involve Unicronians?))

[navigatorsghost]

(( *whistles innocently*))

[ravenclaw_devi]

((Ah, yes! I'd seen the beginning of it, but I would've missed the continuation if not for you pointing it out. Thanks you!))