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[triggerhappycopter]

Who: Spinister and anyone who has the misfortune of dropping by the Autobot clinic
Where: The Autobot clinic!
When: Before the medics are rescued!
What: Spinister is re-arranging everything.
Warnings: You might possibly get hissed at.


The whole clinic was a bit of a mess.

An extremely tidy, perfectly cataloged mess, because Spinister was the kind of mech who liked his workspace organized down to the last teeny, tiny screw. But, well, things weren't where they used to be anymore and where they were going was still up in the air right now since he's still figuring out where everything is. It was new territory!

And a lot bigger than the cramped spaces he was normally used to, too, so he's not entirely sure what to do with all this space.

Also, the medical drone was now purple.

Feel free to come drop by and say hi to the new temporary head of the clinic. No guarantees he's going to say 'hi' back though.

Comments

[quantumechanic]

"Nice paint job, Ambulon." Nautica greeted the redecorated drone with a pat on what could be approximated as its head, then almost tripped over a crate of soldering wire that really shouldn't have been in the middle of the hallway. Neither should that fuel pressure monitor or plating saw.

"Um." This did not seem like the kind of thing Ratchet would tolerate, much less the extremely organized Red Alert.

"Megatron?" she called. "Why is there a bunch of stuff in the--" Nautica stopped short as she entered the exam room to see even more bunches of stuff Spinister had pulled out of storage in his reorganization efforts. "Good grief."

[fuckinstoplights]

He has no reason to be there. None at all. By all rights, he should have stayed on the edges of the city, far, far away from contact. That was where a shadow belonged. Where someone who used someone belonged.

But with fuel levels starting to drop, he doesn't have much of a choice. He's been watching it for a while, and, for the moment, it doesn't seem busy. Maybe the best time to sneak in, and see if he can locate anything.

He doesn't expect to see the mess.

It stops him in his tracks -- his quiet, sneaking tracks.

[candidcamerabot]

Spy Shot doesn't enter by the door. It's more than a little too large for him to handle, and as a generally high-traffic area in a room he, hanging around it is more likely to get him stepped on.

Instead he uses a small crack in one of the walls, that's probably not even large enough for a glitch mouse.

He draws to a halt at the end of the crack, however, because the medibay has changed since he last saw it. Fascinating!

Sticking low and along the base of the walls, the camera-bot simply watches for awhile as Spinister rearranges things. Then he climbs his way onto a counter and greets, "You're new."