[Tidying-up post]

[hidden_watcher]

*Scourge sits down at the console, the corners of a smile just showing under his moustaches. In front of him, one screen shows this scene going on somewhere in a room on Charr selected for its safety

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[apprentice_lurk]

*whether it is visible on one of Scourge's many cameras or no, a large and rather messy area of said safe room is coated in drawings, paintings and scribbles - most of which consist of figures with huge, curved blue wings, and meticulously-drawn-in claws of the best and brightest Pink a small child can make.

Scourge has evidently made an impression on someone*

[hidden_watcher]

*pans the camera to look at the heap of drawings, and makes a quiet "hmph" noise* *smiles*

[apprentice_lurk]

*there's a half-finished drawing at the bottom of the heap, partially screwed up and thrown aside; there's a figure that looks a bit like the others - the blue wings, a similar helm-shape, the pale face - but it's hesitant and awkward and something about it just doesn't quite work, as though the sketcher wasn't really sure what or who they were trying to draw before giving up in a mass of rubbings-out and scratchy lines*

*that one drawing had given Gemma a headache when she wasn't able to get it properly, not that she quite knew where it came from*

[hidden_watcher]

*looks at that picture, and quirks opticridges, a little sadly*

*pulls up an old camera record of himself and 'Boots-as-was, the two of them with their heads together over something at the console*

*prints out a screencap and sends a Sweep to post it under the door of the safe room*

[giri_guy]

*Roddy isn't asleep quite yet. He's getting there, curled up on the floor with his little tush in the air, blinking quietly and fiddling with... something on his person. Something that feels like nothing, or rather a portal into nothing.*

*No, not quite nothing. His fingers contact something hard and faceted. Roddy pulls forth from nothing a white crystal the size of his fist, gleaming with its own inner light. His optics dim and he smiles at his little treasure.*

*As his optics drift off, the crystal pulses brightly, and when the light fades Rodimus Prime in all his thirty-foot glory is lying curled up with his tush in the air. He yelps and flails himself up to a sitting position in a flutter of crayon-drawings like a flock of startled, neurotic birds.*

[hidden_watcher]

*jumps like whoa*

*reflexively brings up his gun, hastily shifting to shield 'Boots, since he has no idea what frame of mind or lack-of-mind Rodimus is going to be in and doesn't know what to expect him to do*

All right, Prime, no sudden moves-!

[giri_guy]

*gulps and freezes, which allows a page of crayon-skibble to drift down and land rakishly on his head* *later, he'll be annoyed, but...*

Who... what? *glances around wildly* Is... is this Charr?

*sees Gemma, but doesn't recognize her* A kid-?

[apprentice_lurk]

*squeaks and clings tightly to Scourge, staring wide-eyed at the big one that used to be her little baby robot*

[kaci_celica]

((Argh, now my brain is having a severe case of "Time has no meaning yey!"... if what I type doesn't fit, just lemme know and I'll edit it or take it off))

*comes back in after going out to look for Pepper. Having not found her, she figures that it's probably easier to come back into the room and just send Pepper a message, but stops on seeing Scourge in the room and -- Roddy's now back to full size?* O.O

[giri_guy]

*at least has the grace to look embarrassed*

...Heh. Hey, Kaci. ^_^;

[kaci_celica]

*looks glad to see him back to normal, but at the same time appearing confused*

You... you're... how...?

[giri_guy]

*headshake* Your guess is as good as mine. *although a good security camera with a zoom function could reveal the truth easily enough.*

*hesitates* Have you been... looking after me, when I was...?