[network post--marked urgent]

[asafepairofhands]

Hello? Yeah, all right, it looks like this thing is on.

[The vid flickers on and Ratchet's face fills it, somehow more exasperated and peeved than usual.]

Look, public service health announcement, stay away from the damn stupid flowers that are popping up everywhere. They're releasing a pollen that's hyperconductive that causes an allergic reaction in both organics and inorganics. Nobody's going to drop dead, unless you're set on being a medical miracle and being the first to die of overcharge, but if you're affected, for goodness' sake, be careful until it wears itself out. If you don't release the pent-up charge or whatever periodically it's possible you'll overheat.

If you absolutely need medical assistance, I'm going to be at the first medibay trying to figure out more precisely what the fresh smelting hell is going on.

Ratchet out.

Comments

[arnhaid]

You think I'm just tryin' to flatter you? After the fact?

[Shouldn't the flattering happen before the banging happens? He's fine though, right now, curled up like this. It's comfortable.]

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet snorts a helpless laugh, reaching up and touching Ironhide's face with soft, careful fingers.]

It's the kind of thing you'd do, don't even deny it.

[arnhaid]

... yeah okay. Fair enough.

[He leans in enough to knock their foreheads together, grinning.]

But it's better if you do the flatterin' before the other stuff.