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[schrodingersbot]

((NOTE: Takes places after this and this.))

The doors to the lab slide open with their normal swoosh, however the beings that enter through them are anything but their normal selves. In the lead is a lithe equine with a bright red coat, black mane, tail, and socks, and a splash of teal on her belly. There is also a long spiral shaft of ivory bone

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[ambassadorspike]

The adolescent comes to her rescue, stepping up and punching in the familiar code. A soft beep indicates that the channel is open.

"Rodimus, could you come to Perceptor's lab, please? We... have a small situation," Spike requests politely, wincing when his voice cracks a little in the middle.

[giri_guy]

/I'm on my way, Spike./

*True to his word as always, Rodimus comes trotting around the corner, optics directed downward. Even so, he's a little surprised at what he finds.*

Spike, did you... lose mass somewhere?

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor clears her throat, stepping up beside the much younger eldest Witwicky.

"There was... an accident," she relies sheepishly, equine lips easily forming the very non-equine syllables. "I assume full responsibility."

[giri_guy]

*blink* *blink-blink* *soft reboot*

...Perceptor?

[navigatorsghost]

((*peeps into thread and boggles*

Oh, *please* tell me Rodimus is going to wish for something dangerous... *evil grin*))

[raisedbymoogles]

((Your wish is granted. *points up*))

[navigatorsghost]

((Oh, eek, that's rather more unpleasant than I was expecting... O_O *snuggles Roddy!*))