((THNMY: sometime after Roddy gets back from vacay.))

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus Prime's office is at the end of a dark hallway, connected to his room by a door. It is unoccupied right now. It is also imprudently unlocked.*

*What, oh what will happen next...?*

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[midnightspook]

The door slides open, revealing a black and silver Seeker of Cybertronian design. He's holding a large crate in his arms, which he brings in and sets carefully down on the floor before securing the door from the inside. No sense in getting the little zamboni things this far, only to have them manage to escape the office haven and get lost and or killed out in the City.

Besides, Blackstar still isn't totally convinced that that big, green missle-guy won't just show up and find them here.

"I guess this is the place. It's where he said to come, anyway," Blackstar observes quietly as he peers down into the box. Six pairs of optics stare back up at him.

"Now what?"

He looks around briefly; there's papers and datapads scattered across the desk, a lot of it, it seems. This Roddy guy must be busy as slag. Blackstar doesn't really know where else to take the little guys, though. He could probably track down Auspex, but he's just not in the mood for her to pry at him anymore. Not just yet.

He's not really in the mood to answer any awkward

[giri_guy]

Rodimus soon returns, energon in one hand and stack of documents under the other arm, humming tunelessly to himself. He enters his office, having left it unlocked.

CLANG.

Or not. "Coulda sworn I left that..." Rodimus mumbles, rubbing his cranium. Ah well. Rodimus transmits the passcode and is soon within his sanctum.

THUNK. "What the...?"

Rodimus has nearly tripped over a box. A box, it seems, with a half-dozen chibieyed... things in it. Rodimus cautiously sets his stuff down and peers at them, then glances around for clues as to how they got there.

A-ha. Someone's making it easy on them. Roddy reads the datapad, then reads it again, aloud, slowly. Then he glances dubiously at the sparklets-in-a-box at his feet. "Well. Slag."

[midnightspook]

Blackstar waits, invisible and intangible off to one side, ready to slip in and grab the box again if necessary. At the loud clunk of someone colliding with the door, he tenses, ready to move. Rodimus enters, nearly tripping over the box, which makes Blackstar tense even more.

It's not the big dumb green guy, but he's never seen Rodimus before.

You the Prime?

The voice is deep and a little rough inside Rodimus's head. It could almost be a comm transmission, but it's not coming over his radio.

[giri_guy]

Rodimus nearly falls over his own spoiler at that. "Who-what-where-!?" He regains his balance, looking around his office wideopticked.

"I'm the Prime," he says cautiously. "Who are you?"