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Who: Brainstorm, science nerds, anyone who wants to crash the party
Where: Brainstorm's workshop
When: ?!?!?1
What: Science nerds acting like 5 year olds and literal 5 year olds
Warnings: immense amount of immaturity?
It was always a damper on the enthusiasm to lose so much work, but Brainstorm was not easily discouraged. Sure, supplies were difficult to come by, especially for his particular vein of ideas, but he had settled in and set up a nice new workshop in their small 'village' of re-purposed buildings.
Really, it reminded him of home, and he would much rather be back on the Lost Light. He's never really been much of a Cybertron mech. Not really the homesick type at all.
Usually his chosen area of science was weaponry, either defensive or offensive or just for the hell of it, but there wasn't a huge market for that here. Or supplies. So instead, he had to work on priority items, like communication.
Brainstorm hadn't forgotten the beating he'd received when he showed up, so the invite to his workshop was extended to only a few significant individuals. And well, anyone they happened to tell.
At the moment, Brainstorm was putting a few finishing touches on the first few prototypes he's finished. The network arrays were already in place, though they didn't cover far in the city. They could work on expanding it later.
Where: Brainstorm's workshop
When: ?!?!?1
What: Science nerds acting like 5 year olds and literal 5 year olds
Warnings: immense amount of immaturity?
It was always a damper on the enthusiasm to lose so much work, but Brainstorm was not easily discouraged. Sure, supplies were difficult to come by, especially for his particular vein of ideas, but he had settled in and set up a nice new workshop in their small 'village' of re-purposed buildings.
Really, it reminded him of home, and he would much rather be back on the Lost Light. He's never really been much of a Cybertron mech. Not really the homesick type at all.
Usually his chosen area of science was weaponry, either defensive or offensive or just for the hell of it, but there wasn't a huge market for that here. Or supplies. So instead, he had to work on priority items, like communication.
Brainstorm hadn't forgotten the beating he'd received when he showed up, so the invite to his workshop was extended to only a few significant individuals. And well, anyone they happened to tell.
At the moment, Brainstorm was putting a few finishing touches on the first few prototypes he's finished. The network arrays were already in place, though they didn't cover far in the city. They could work on expanding it later.
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"Hey." He leaned against the table Brainstorm was working at. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were working on something that wasn't a weapon! Has the great Brainstorm lost his touch? The public needs to know!"