you know you are as small as the things you let annoy you {backdated before robot prom}

[asafepairofhands]

It's a little while after Sixshot has dug all of the medics up from whatever underground art bunker they had been briefly trapped in, miraculously without anyone killing each other, and Ratchet is back in the medibay at work. He is still half-legless and especially foul-tempered, especially considering the upcoming festivities, which he plans to avoid as completely as possible.

COME BOTHER HIM



[CLOSED TO RODIMUS]
It's not long after the medics are back that Ratchet sends a message to Rodimus privately, apropos of what seems like nothing.

Come to the medibay. I need to check something.

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[auramatic]

Ratchet's retort doesn't wipe the smile from Drift's face, for once -- he's still getting used to the time difference between himself and Ratchet, but it's a nice adjustment. Drift finds a worktable that doesn't contain Ratchet's leg to lean against.

"Well, you were missing for a little while. I just wanted to check in." Drift watches him curiously. "I've been working on things, too -- researching, sort of. Trying to hunt down any clues as to the history of this place. When was the last time you got some recharge?"

[asafepairofhands]

"Yeah, we slipped into an underground bunker looking for a distress signal. There's some stuff down there that might interest you, if you're looking into where the hell we actually are," Ratchet says, nodding. "But everyone's fine, and I'm not tired, so lay off, will you?"

[auramatic]

"Maybe not yet," Drift says, unwisely, but he at least has the sense to move on from there, the light of curiosity coming into his optics. "What do you mean? What's down there? Who sent the distress signal?"