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[schrodingersbot]

((Note: This is kinda TimeHasNoMeaning - i.e., it is assumed that this all takes place AFTER the Void Saga is completed.))Light spills through an open doorway from Perceptor's office into the rest of his lab, where the lights have been dimmed or turned off altogether. It cuts a bright swath across the floor, like a thick gash in the metal plating,

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[violet_cure]

Cureall comes online first with little groan, then her optic flash a few times before the remain on, glowing brightly. Her first thought is This is not my room. The next is, Who's leg is this? This is not Big Sister. She looks up and smiles when she remembers. Hi, Big Brother.She doesn't move to wake him and instead eases her way out from his hand. From their positions, she assumes he did slip into recharge while working and would need to rest more than her. She finally sits up, and slides her legs off the side of the berth. The kick childishly for a moment as she tries to find the floor. She slides off and steadies herself on Perceptor's desk. Oh the trials of being a Minibot. She blinks when she notices the computer screen still glowing. That looks like it might burn into the screen. She moves to Perceptor's right leg and after a little fussing and nearly falling into him, manages to get the keypad off his leg. She take it both hands and move to slide it on the desk, doing her best not to knock anything off

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor is not one who is normally given to taking a long time coming back online from recharge, but this transition is abrupt even for him. A quick surge of panic siezes him as his hands close on empty air, as he distinctly remembered there being a minibot beside him in the recent past. He is on his feet before the contents of the shelf have even finished tumbling to a stop, his optics sweeping over the room quickly before coming to a rest on Cureall, sprawled amidst the wreckage.

"Little One?" he says hesitantly, coming around from behind his desk to kneel beside her. "Are you all right?" As he shifts a few objects and the shelf off of her, his attention is briefly caught by the picture in her hand. There is a quick flash of something, a tiny frown perhaps, which he quickly wipes away, covered by quiet concern.

[violet_cure]

She blinks and looks at him quite dazedly. She says waving the picture in her right hand, "I wanted to talk to Ratchet." She starts to bend attempt to sit up, "I am sorry. I ruined your office. I woke you up."

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor helps her to sit up, checking her over carefully as he does. He brushes some dust from the top of her head gently as he shakes his own head in a negative fashion.

"Do not worry. Most of the contents of this room managed to survive Wheeljack and Ratchet, so I doubt there is much you could do that would 'ruin' it. At any rate, Chitter has knocked that shelf down twice before. Anything truly breakable has long since been moved or discarded. As for rest, I had not intended to drift off like that, so you have done me a service in awakening me