Bonding Party!

[icemasta]

It’s not exactly a celebrity wedding, but considering a lack of budget Snowcat and Demolishor have done pretty well for themselves. The words “BONDING PARTY HERE” have been spray-painted on the door in purple, along with a big Decepticon symbol on both the door and the wall. For tonight, the assembly room is Decepticon territory

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[doc_ratchet]

There's a momentary pause before Ratchet responds: // There won't be by the time I'm done. I'll be there in a jif. //

After all, he had promised himself - on more than one occassion - that he was going to get rip-roaring overcharged. No time like the present!

Pausing in the CMO's office long enough to grab a couple of the drums of VHG that Octane had gifted him with, he wanders off up to Assembly Room #3, which, from the sound of it, is already filling up.

The sight of Starscream with a couple of micro-mechs perched on his shoulders is just about the perfect start. The best parties are the ones that start absurd. No place but fun to go from there.

"Nice accessories," he remarks to Starscream as he wanders up, popping open a drum.

[attair_al_fada]

Starscream glances at his tiny friends, noting the numbers painted on their sides. (Isn't it handy that a Seeker can swivel his head like an owl?)

"Ah, you haven't met Snowcat's little sparklets, have you? Ratchet, meet Zamboni Four and Zamboni Five. Zambonis, meet Ratchet, Autobot Medic, finest kind."

Why yes, Starscream has already gotten into the high grade.

[icemasta]

The zambonis wave at him as well, still holding Starscream's air intakes. "Ratch!"

[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet quirks an optic at that last qualification, amused. Yes, someone has definitely already been into the high grade, and is ahead of Ratchet.

That will never do.

He tips back a large swig from his drum and grins.

"Hello Zamboni Four and Zamboni Five. Nice to meet you!"

[icemasta]

"Hiiiiii!" Zamboni Six butts against his feet.

[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet chuckles and stoops down to pick up the little mech, carefully checking the side to see what number he's just accquired.

"And you must be Zamboni Six, huh?" he observes, offering to settle Six on his shoulder the way Four and Five are on Starscream's. "Ride?"

// Hey Frosty! High grade in Assembly #3. Bring a gift. It's a party, // he comms the lawyer, knowing that if there's high-grade flowing and he doesn't remember to invite her _now, because he won't later! - that she will kill him. With death.

[icemasta]

Six waves his little arms and missile launchers as he's lifted.

[attair_al_fada]

Starscream wanders off in the general direction of Rodimus Prime...

[icemasta]

Oh dear lord, what have you done.

"Don't think I've seen you before. Presents go on the table." He points at the box-covered table.

[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet grins and knocks his drum against her cube companionably.

"Frostbite, meet Zamboni Six. Zamboni Six, this is Frostbite. These are Snowcat and Demolishor's sparklets, apparently. Four and Five are ridding around on Starscream. I assume the other three are wandering around somewhere, too."

He smiles and tips back another slug of his drum, observing with amusement, "Those were very big boxes. Raid your stash did you?"

[dumbassludge]

"Frostbite Mama!" And both mech and femme are scooped up into a good old fashioned Dinobot hug. Sludge gives them both quick nuzzles before stting them back down.

"Cureall not tell me, Sludge, you here."

[dumbassludge]

"Me, Sludge, have fun! Children and friends and everybody here." The Dinobot's face is the very image of :D.

He reaches over to take a cube of high grade from the table nearby and and takes a big gulp. "Blaster bring tunes! He call me and Cureall his 'arm candy'!"