Bonecrusher: *....yeah, so, Bonecrusher comes into the room looking distracted and a little miss-matched from taking off all his armor and searching every bit of it... but he doesn't look happy. THAT would be the tip-off that something's wrong.*
Blackout: ...-has been trying every single method he can come up with for this. tried saws and drills and hair pins, screw drivers, oils, soaps, grease...the list goes on, the majority of the objects still strewn about him. he stops what he's doing as the other enters, spitting out the tool he'd last been using and asking- Well? Did you get a hold of Arcee or Barricade?

Bonecrusher: .....YEAH. *even goes so far as to rub the back of his head* I GOT A HOLD OF ARCEE.

Bonecrusher: *is reluctant. very. reluctant.*
Blackout: ....and? -finally snaps, his patience worn to the nub-

Bonecrusher: .....SHE... UH. DOESN'T HAVE THE KEYS.
Blackout: .........
Blackout: Not even a spare?

Bonecrusher: SHE SAID SHE'S LOOKING, BUT.... THE ONLY PLACE BARRICADE WOULD KEEP SPARES IS... KIND OF UNAVAILABLE RIGHT NOW.
Blackout: -looking prepared to break something-
Blackout: So I'm stuck like this too?

Bonecrusher: ......*helpless look*

Bonecrusher: *the "what-can-i-do-we-tried-everything" kind of look*
Blackout: -looking frustrated, at a loss. they really have tried everything by this point, so what is left to do?- Are there truly no other options by this point? -....maybe one of Megatron's cannons could blast it off...?-

Bonecrusher: .......*frowns a bit* MAYBE IRONHIDE... I MEAN, HE'S GOT ALL SORTS OF GUNS, RIGHT? MAYBE A LASER?

Bonecrusher: *shrugging* STARSCREAM HAS DEATHRAYS. I'M SURE ONE OF THEM COULD GET THROUGH IT, BUT PROBABLY GO THROUGH YOU TOO, AND THAT'S NOT EXACTLY MY FAVORITE OPTION.

Bonecrusher: OPTIMUS PRIME HAS A SWORD.
Blackout: -looks less than thrilled- Who are available?

Bonecrusher: ...I'M PRETTY SURE ALL OF THEM ARE AROUND. I'M SUPPOSED TO SHOW IRONHIDE VEERA. STARSCREAM'S... *:\* DOING SCIENCE STUFF, I ASSUME. PRIME'S PROBABLY LISTENING TO LINKIN PARK OR WHATEVER HE DOES IN HIS SPARE TIME.
Blackout: ...let's try Optimus Prime first, then Ironhide. -doesn't even bother mentioning Starscream. looks down at himself - looks like just pants will have to do for now, seeing as he couldn't get a shirt back on DX-

Bonecrusher: ....RIGHT. GIMME A MINUTE.

Bonecrusher: ....ISN'T RESPONDING. *grumbling now*
Blackout: ...can't imagine why. -deadpan-

Bonecrusher: *sighs* IRONHIDE, THEN?
Blackout: I suppose so....

Bonecrusher: *cue concentration!*

***********

Bonecrusher: :: PRIVATE COMMUNICATIONS: ACCEPT Y/N? ::

Ironhide: ::Y::

Bonecrusher: :: ......DO YOU HAVE LASERS? ::

Ironhide: ::Lasers? Yeah. What for?::

Bonecrusher: :: .....SAY I NEED TO BORROW ONE. TO, UH, CUT SOMETHING. ::

Bonecrusher: :: .....COULD I DO THAT? ::

Ironhide: ::...yeah.::

Bonecrusher: *brightly* :: EXCELLENT. ER. :: *frowns and pauses, then* :: IT NEEDS TO BE STRONG. ER, ENOUGH TO CUT THROUGH CYBERTRONIAN METAL. .....A CHAIN, MAYBE. HYPOTHETICALLY. ::

Ironhide: ::...::

Ironhide: ::Oh. -amused-::

Bonecrusher: :: SHUT. UP. I DIDN'T KNOW ARCEE - LOOK, DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING I CAN BORRROW OR NOT? ::

Bonecrusher: :: THE SOONER, THE BETTER. :: *:\*

Ironhide: ::Arcee...? -laughs- Yeah, I do. ::coordinates:: ::

Bonecrusher: :: THANK YOU. :: *click! he'll be over shortly~*

***********

Bonecrusher: *sighs and facepalms* HE HAS SOMETHING I CAN BORROW. GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES TO GO GET IT AND I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.
Blackout: Mm. -looking at his wrists sadly-

Bonecrusher: *FLEES!*
Blackout: -waits ._.-

***********

Bonecrusher: *and like five minutes later he's totally at said coordinates. wherever that may be.*

Ironhide: -grins at him, then detaches a small laser on his forearm- Hardly ever use the slaggin' thing anymore.

Bonecrusher: DOES THAT MEAN IT'S NOT STRONG? *frown D:* IF I COULDN'T TAKE IT APART MYSELF.... *eyes it like it's going to explode.*

Ironhide: Not because it's weak, I just don't ever need it. -holds it out, still grinning-

Ironhide: You know me. I don't carry weak weapons.

Bonecrusher: *takes :<* I GUESS. IT BETTER WORK.... BLACKOUT'S GONNA KILL ME AS IT IS.

Ironhide: ...I can tell you if it'll work or not if you tell me what needs cut...

Ironhide: -totally amused by this-

Bonecrusher: .....*sighs* A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS ARCEE HAD BARRICADE MAKE OUT OF CYBERTRONIAN METAL. *:\*

Ironhide: -barely keeps from bursting into laughter-

Bonecrusher: *deathglare*

Bonecrusher: WHAT.

Ironhide: Nothing, nothing.

Ironhide: Actually don't know if it'll work. Never used it on Cybertronian metal.

Bonecrusher: ..............

Ironhide: Good chance it will, though.

Bonecrusher: *growls* IF THIS DOESN'T WORK, I'M NOT TRUSTING YOU WITH VEERA. *:<*

Ironhide: Oh, yeah. That gun.

Ironhide: I can't make any promises.

Ironhide: But I still want to see it.

Ironhide: -grins-

Bonecrusher: *:<* FINE. *eyes the laser critically* IF THIS DOESN'T WORK, YOU'LL GET TO SEE IT UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL.

Ironhide: -smirks and crosses his arms over his chest-

Bonecrusher: NOW, I'M GOING TO GO SAW THOSE STUPID THINGS OFF AND PUNT BARRICADE WHILE HE'S STILL SMALL AND EASY TO KICK.

Bonecrusher: I'LL BRING VEERA WITH ME WHEN I RETURN THIS.

Ironhide: -snickers- Alright. I'll be here still.

Bonecrusher: MEH. *turns and flees~!*

***********

Bonecrusher: *returns like 10-20 minutes later, holding a little laser Ironhide SAID would work.... :\*

Blackout: -looks up again- So...?

Bonecrusher: *wields said laser* PUT YOUR HANDS AS FAR APART AS POSSIBLE ON THE GROUND. I'D RATHER NOT CUT A HAND OFF.
Blackout: -clears a space, laying his palms flat against the surface and spreading them as far away as possible-

Bonecrusher: *shuffles over, kneels down, and looks at the laser. ....yeah, he knows how to use it. shut up.*
Blackout: ...-shifts once, uncomfortable. it's...not easy trusting the other with weapons ._.-
Blackout: -especially when he's using them near his soft body-

Bonecrusher: *aims, puts it on the lowest setting, and BZZT!*

Bonecrusher: ..............
Blackout: .....did it even dent it? -blinkblink, stares-

Bonecrusher: ........*growls and ups it to maximum. fuck this shit.*

Bonecrusher: *BZZZZZT*

Bonecrusher: .........
Blackout: GAH! -watches as it's deflected off-
Blackout: ........

Bonecrusher: ..........AUGH!

Bonecrusher: *turns and throws the laser at the wall*

Bonecrusher: THIS IS STUPID.
Blackout: ...h-how can....anything do that?
Blackout: -reaches for his face, pulling away a slightly singed dread D:-

Bonecrusher: *D: D: D:*

Bonecrusher: I'M GONNA MURDER IRONHIDE.
Blackout: -looking very distressed again-
Blackout: WHAT ARE THESE MONSTROUS CONTRAPTIONS? DDD:

Bonecrusher: I DON'T KNOW! ARCEE HAD BARRICADE MAKE THEM SPECIFICALLY.

Bonecrusher: I WISH SHE HAD TOLD ME THAT EARLIER.
Blackout: -feels cursed-

Bonecrusher: ......WHO NOW?

Bonecrusher: *doesn't want to ask Starscream. doesn't want to ask Starscream.*
Blackout: ...please, anyone but Starscream. At this point I'm even willing to ask Lord Megatron for assistance over him.

Bonecrusher: ...IF PRIME IS BUSY, DO YOU HONESTLY THINK MEGATRON IS FREE? *flatly*
Blackout: It was a metaphor, moron.

Bonecrusher: WELL EXCUSE ME, I'M KIND OF WRACKING MY PROCESSORS RIGHT NOW.
Blackout: -hates handcuffs. is never even looking at handcuffs ever again.-
Blackout: Ratchet? He's a medic, there has to be something he uses to cut Cybertronian alloys...-thinking-

Bonecrusher: IRONHIDE SAID RATCHET'S BUSY.
Blackout: ...of course, makes perfect sense.

Bonecrusher: .....MEDIC-WISE, THERE'S ALWAYS HOOK.

Bonecrusher: *:\*
Blackout: ......
Blackout: Perhaps he will.

Bonecrusher: HOOK OR STARSCREAM. THEY'RE THE ONLY TWO I CAN EVEN BEGIN TO THINK WOULD HAVE SOMETHING. WHICH ONE WOULD YOU SUGGEST?
Blackout: Hook. For the love of Primus, Hook.

Bonecrusher: ALL RIGHT. *and is distracted once more!*

********

Bonecrusher: :: PRIVATE COMMUNICATIONS: ACCEPT Y/N? ::

Hook: :: Y ::

Bonecrusher: :: ....WOULD YOU HAPPEN TO HAVE SOMETHING TO CUT CYBERTRONIAN METAL IN TWO? ::

Hook: :: What do you mean? ::

Bonecrusher: :: .........I NEED SOMETHING THAT CAN CUT A PIECE OF CYBERTRONIAN METAL IN TWO. THAT'S ALL. ::

Hook: :: .... What did you do? ::

Bonecrusher: :: NOTHING. I JUST.... I HAVE SOMETHING I NEED TO CUT. ::

Bonecrusher: :: AND YOU, BEING A MEDIC, HAVE THINGS TO CUT THINGS WITH. ::

Hook: :: What do you need to cut? ::

Bonecrusher: *mutters something to himself* :: A CHAIN. ::

Bonecrusher: :: A VERY SMALL, VERY DENSE, VERY IMPOSSIBLE CHAIN. ::

Hook: :: ... ::

Hook: :: Are you SURE you did nothing wrong? ::

Bonecrusher: :: I DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG OTHER THAN MISPLACE SOMETHING IMPORTANT. DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING OR NOT? ::

Hook: :: I don't lend my tools out. I'd have to do it myself. ::

Bonecrusher: :: ......................... :: *loooong pause*

Bonecrusher: :: NEVERMIND. ::

Hook: :: Unless I'm told what's going on. ::

Bonecrusher: :: NOTHING IMPORTANT, WE'RE, UM, PURSUING DIFFERENT AVENUES. ::

Hook: :: ... Should I alert Lord Megatron? ::

Bonecrusher: ::NO.::

Bonecrusher: :: I MEAN. NO. ::

Bonecrusher: :: .....HE WOULDN'T HELP THE SITUATION. ::

Hook: :: I see... ::

Bonecrusher: :: REALLY. IT'S NOTHING TO WORRY HIM OVER. ::

Bonecrusher: :: YOU SHOULD, UH.... GO BACK TO BEING A MEDIC. ::

Hook: :: Bonecrusher.. ::

Bonecrusher: :: HOOK. TRUST ME. IT'S NOTHING. WHY WOULD I LIE TO YOU? ::

Bonecrusher: :: ......OKAY, SCRATCH THAT. WHY WOULD I LIE TO YOU NOW THAT I'M UTTERLY TERRIFIED OF YOU? ::

Hook: :: Tell me, Crusher, or I will go to Megatron. ::

Bonecrusher: :: .....BLACKOUT WOULD PREFER ME NOT TO TELL YOU. ::

Bonecrusher: *aka go away D: D: D:*

Hook: :: *sighs* All right. ::

Hook: :: *whistles the Funeral march* ::

Bonecrusher: :: HOOK! ::

Bonecrusher: :: COME ON, TRUST ME HERE, IT'S NOT IMPORTANT! ::

Hook: :: I'm still telling Megatron. Something that needs medic tools is important. ::

Bonecrusher: *whole-octave-raise* :: DON'T TELL HIM! ::

Hook: :: Give me one good reason. Bonecrusher.  I've known you a long time. ::

Hook: :: I know when you've done something stupid. ::

Bonecrusher: :: BECAUSE IT'S NOTHING BAD. STUPID, YES, BUT BAD? NO. ::

Hook: :: Still telling him. ::

Bonecrusher: :: RIGHT NOW?! :: *D:*

Hook: :: Yep.. ::

Bonecrusher: :: NONONONO COME ON MAN DON'T DO THIS TO BLACKOUT ::

Hook: :: .... What did you do to Blackout, Bonecrusher? ::

Bonecrusher: :: NOTHING! ::

Hook: :: You have two seconds to tell me. ::

Hook: :: One Cybertronian.. ::

Bonecrusher: :: HANDCUFFS ::

Bonecrusher: :: OKAY?! ::

Hook: :: Handcuffs? ::

Bonecrusher: :: PRIMUS. YOU'RE AN AFT! ::

Hook: :: Wow. Did you need to get that kinky, Crusher? ::

Bonecrusher: :: JUST DON'T TELL MEGATRON. ::

Hook: :: Fine. Come by and I'll fix you.. or whoever it is. ::

Hook: :: I do want a full explanation, however. ::

********

Bonecrusher: *grumbles to himself* STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, YOU MORON...
Blackout: .....-winces just slightly-

Bonecrusher: .....HE SAYS HE'D HAVE TO DO IT HIMSELF.
Blackout: -looks to the ceiling, as if asking Primus why he hates him-

Bonecrusher: IT'S UP TO YOU. SLAGGIT, I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH HOOK IF I CAN HELP IT, BUT... *:\*
Blackout: -starting to get fed up again- Look, did Arcee say where she might have last seen the keys?

Bonecrusher: ...NO.
Blackout: ......no? Well then can you ask her?

Bonecrusher: .....FINE.

Bonecrusher: *switching gears here!*

********

Bonecrusher: :: PRIVATE COMMUNICATIONS: ACCEPT Y/N? ::
Arcee: ::Y::

Bonecrusher: :: WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU SAW THE KEYS?! ::
Arcee: ::On the cuffs as I handed them to you.::

Bonecrusher: :: ....OKAY, WELL, I CAN'T TELL BLACKOUT THAT. ::
Arcee: ......::Okay...so...tell him...common room. We can start looking there?::

Bonecrusher: :: ....ALL RIGHT. ::
Arcee: ...::Where are you?::

Bonecrusher: :: MY ROOM. :: *:\*
Arcee: *grinning * ::Meet me in the common room, then?::

Bonecrusher: *sighhh* :: ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. BE THERE IN A FEW. ::
Arcee: *giggles over comm * ::Gotcha.::

********

Bonecrusher: ....SHE SAYS THE COMMON ROOM.
Blackout: -makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat- ...there's no way I'm going to avoid being seen, is there?

Bonecrusher: I'M GOING TO GO MEET ARCEE THERE NOW. YOU CAN STAY HERE.

Bonecrusher: I'M NOT ABOUT TO LET ANYONE SEE YOU IN A POSITION I LIKE YOU IN. *growl*

Blackout: -raises a brow at that, but won't argue-

********

Bonecrusher: :: WE'RE LOOKING FOR THE KEYS. AGAIN. ::

Hook: :: I'm done with Six. Come on in to the medbay. ::

Bonecrusher: :: BLACKOUT RATHERED ME GO SEARCH THE COMMON ROOM WITH ARCEE THAN TAKE YOU TO HIM. ::

Bonecrusher: :: AND I'D PREFER HIM HANDCUFFED TO BE MY OWN PERSONAL IMAGE. ::

Hook: :: Do you think I want to see your mate like that?

Bonecrusher: :: NOT PARTICULARLY. HENCE THE WHOLE "TRYING PLAN B FIRST" PART OF MY PLAN. ::

Hook: e-e;;

Hook: :: You just have to do this the hard way, Don't you? ::

Bonecrusher: :: I'M DOING IT THE WAY BLACKOUT WOULD LIKE IT TO BE DONE. I ALREADY FUCKED UP ENOUGH FOR A WEEK'S WORTH OF TROUBLE. ::

Hook: :: Fine. Look. Come by. I'll show you how to work the saw. But you need to set it in the lowest setting so you don't burn your mate to death. ::

Bonecrusher: :: LOOK.... IRONHIDE LOANED ME A LASER AND THAT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. EVEN ON THE HIGHEST SETTING. WE'RE PRETTY SURE IT'S KEYS OR NOTHING. ::

Hook: :: .. Did you forget who I am? I had to make a laser saw strong enough to cut through your thick skull. ::

Bonecrusher: :: ........JUST GIVE US A MINUTE HERE. ::

Hook: :: *SIGH* ::

********

Bonecrusher: *and so, into the common room wanders poor Crusher, looking very put upon and out of it*
Arcee: *was already waiting in the common room, pulling the couch out of the way to search underneath *

Bonecrusher: I HATE YOU, ARCEE. *goes to an un-turned couch and turns it to look under*
Arcee: Hey, I didn't lose them!

Bonecrusher: YOU DIDN'T - YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THEY WERE INDESTRUCTIBLE!
Arcee: *searching, then tugging the couch back into place *
Arcee: I didn't think you would be idiotic enough to lose the keys!

Bonecrusher: ....*pulls the couch back* IT'S ME.

Bonecrusher: *throws another one over* I SWEAR TO PRIMUS, I'M GOING TO DIE....

Bonecrusher: *then freezes* HOOK!

Bonecrusher: BASTARD!
Arcee: *scowling * I think you have a black cloud following you around.
Arcee: Huh?

Bonecrusher: ........NOTHING.

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head* COMMLINE.
Arcee: ....Kay.

Bonecrusher: *sighs and replaces the second couch* THIS IS USELESS...
Arcee: *grumbling * Well, at least Barricade wasn't mad...
Arcee: He just laughed...

Bonecrusher: ......

Bonecrusher: SLAGGIN' HELL....
Arcee: *giggling, remembering it * He wasn't very useful....

Bonecrusher: WELL NO SHIT HE WASN'T USEFUL. *throws another thing over*
Arcee: *grinning * Well, he wouldn't be, since you lost his keys! He made them pretty indestructible since...er...I asked him to make them that way.

Bonecrusher: ......YEAH, I'M NOT ASK- YES, I AM. *smirks, replacing things* STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD A HOLO, I TAKE IT?
Arcee: Yeah. *flush *
Arcee: To hold any holo.
Arcee: *cheeks pink, still searching *

Bonecrusher: .........

Bonecrusher: HEH.

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head* AND HOOK CALLS ME KINKY. *shakes a chair, hoping for something to fall out*
Arcee: *mumbling * I dunno what you're talking about.
Arcee: *shaking cushions from the couch *

Bonecrusher: I THINK YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

Bonecrusher: *sighs and grabs a cube from the bar while he's at it* WANT ONE?
Arcee: Yes please. Several. *groan *

Bonecrusher: *throws her one, already glugg-ing* THIS IS GOING TO TAKE ALL NIGHT....
Arcee: *catches it and chugs it, tossing the empty one over her shoulder * I dunno if we're gonna be able to find them...*mourns the loss of her cuffs *

Bonecrusher: IF WE DON'T FIND THEM, WHAT IN THE HELL WILL DESTROY THEM?
Arcee: *looks forlorn * I don't know. *pouts *

Bonecrusher: .......ARCEE.

Bonecrusher: *looks at her seriously*

Bonecrusher: YOU DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND.

Bonecrusher: THEY ARE GOING TO BE REMOVED, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
Arcee: *looks back at him, edging over to grab another cube * I know. That’s why I'm so sad. *pouts * Those were his best ones.

Bonecrusher: .....I NEVER SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS. *sigh*
Arcee: Hmm. Was it worth it?
Arcee: *grinning slyly, drinking another cube *

Bonecrusher: ......I DON'T KNOW. BLACKOUT'S GOING TO KILL ME, AND HE'S UPSET, AND IF WE CAN'T GET THOSE THINGS OFF....
Arcee: *pressing her hands to her head * Okay. Okay...Think.

Bonecrusher: I WASN'T IN HERE THAT LONG. I DON'T UNDERSTAND - WHERE COULD THEY GO?
Arcee: *heaves a sigh * I dunno, Crusher. Sheesh.
Arcee: How do you get into these situations...?

Bonecrusher: I DON'T KNOW. I JUST WANTED.... *sighs and runs a hand over his face* I'M APPARENTLY THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DO THIS KIND OF THING.
Arcee: *actually feels kind of sorry for him * We'll find them. Don't worry.

Bonecrusher: ....I REALLY HOPE SO. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE STARSCREAM'S DEATHRAYS.
Arcee: ...deathrays?

Bonecrusher: .....SLAGGER HAS A COLLECTION.
Arcee: You're going to use a deathray?!

Bonecrusher: WELL IF WE CAN'T GET THE KEYS....!
Arcee: *rubs her face * Well...aren't you a bit concerned about Blackout being in such close proximity to a DEATH RAY?

Bonecrusher: *snarls, throwing a couch over with more force than necessary* OF COURSE I AM!

Bonecrusher: *ookay, deep breath*
Arcee: Calm.
Arcee: Calm blue oceans.
Arcee: *nodding.*

Bonecrusher: SHUT UP, ARCEE, I HATE THE OCEAN.
Arcee: *smothers giggles * Well...
Arcee: We'll find them. *Shaking her head *

Bonecrusher: I KNOW WE WILL.
Arcee: *nodding * Ugh. I just don't know where else to look.
Arcee: Blackout's mad, huh?

Bonecrusher: WOULDN'T YOU BE?

Bonecrusher: HE'S BEEN IN HANDCUFFS SINCE LAST NIGHT.
Arcee: *cringes *

Bonecrusher: I FEEL LIKE SLAG ABOUT THE WHOLE THING.
Arcee: Don't feel bad. It's not like you did it on purpose.

Bonecrusher: YEAH, WELL, AT THE RATE I'M GOING IT WON'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE.

Bonecrusher: *gives up to sit at the bar, grabbing another cube*
Arcee: ...what do you mean? *tilts head *

Bonecrusher: I DOUBT HE'S GOING TO TALK TO ME FOR ANOTHER FEW MONTHS. IF I'M LUCKY.
Arcee: *sighs, then moves to sit next to him *
Arcee: I'm sorry..

Bonecrusher: EH. IT'S MY FAULT. I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT SECURING THE KEYS BEFORE I DECIDED TO USE THOSE THINGS. *facepalm, glug*
Arcee: Ah, well...
Arcee: *snags a cube for herself, sighing *
Arcee: Wonder how long they are going to be human...*mourns *

Bonecrusher: .......

Bonecrusher: I DUNNO.

Bonecrusher: HOWEVER LONG IT TAKES TO FIND THE VOK AND MAKE HIM FIX IT.
Arcee: *frustrated * I mean...while it's fin and all...especially for Barricade... *ahem * I miss him.

Bonecrusher: ........YEAH. WELL. *chugs, tosses the empty cube, grabs a new one* IT'LL GET FIXED. I ALREADY PROMISED IT WOULD, AND I REALLY HATE BREAKING PROMISES.
Arcee: *nods, sighs * It better.
Arcee: I hope Jeff is okay.

Bonecrusher: UGH. *headdesk* THAT'S RIGHT, WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HIM. AGAIN.
Arcee: *grinning * But really, it's fun. And maybe Annie will be there! OR your scary naked guy.

Bonecrusher: ...........................

Bonecrusher: ARCEE, PLEASE. THIS IS ENOUGH FOR ME RIGHT NOW.
Arcee: *coughs * Sorry.
Arcee: Well...you know I'm here for you. *awkward half hug thing * Erg..

Bonecrusher: *wince* YEAH, RIGHT, WHATEVER......... I JUST WISH I COULD FIND THOSE STUPID SLAGGIN' KEYS! *growls and kicks the bar hard, taking a long drink*
Arcee: *lifts a brow as the bar shifted slightly * I know. *eyes him thoughtfully *

Bonecrusher: UGH. THIS IS HOPELESS.

Bonecrusher: *headdesks again*
Arcee: *gives him a little pat * Want to keep looking? Or just get drunk?

Bonecrusher: CAN'T WE DO BOTH? *sighs and shakes his head* BLACKOUT'S GONNA KILL ME EITHER WAY, MIGHT AS WELL BE DRUNK BEFOREHAND.
Arcee: Works. *drinks another cube, then stands up *

Bonecrusher: *finishes off this cube, and grabs a new one* WHERE HAVEN'T WE CHECKED?
Arcee: ...the rest of the base?

Bonecrusher: .......*had been just about to stand, but slumps anew* THIS IS HOPELESS.
Arcee: Aw...don't be like that, Crusher...

Bonecrusher: WHAT? THE BASE IS HUGE. THE KEYS COULD BE ANYWHERE.
Arcee: *heaves a sigh * Well...

Bonecrusher: I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO CONSIDER WHERE TO LOOK NEXT.
Arcee: .....

Bonecrusher: .....*tosses back the rest of his cube* SLAGGIT. I'M GONNA GET STARSCREAM. *sigh* HE'S GOTTA HAVE SOMETHING.
Arcee: *groans * I'm sure he will.
Arcee: *sighs. *

Bonecrusher: HE BETTER.
Arcee: *mourns *

Bonecrusher: SUCKS FOR YOU, BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY OF THEM BREAKING WHEN YOU HANDED THEM OUT.
Arcee: *glare.* They were made to be indestructible. How was I supposed to know you’d lost the keys?

Bonecrusher: YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ASSUME I'M GOING TO DO SOMETHING STUPID.

Bonecrusher: THIS SHOULD BE OBVIOUS. I'M GOING BACK TO THE ROOM.
Arcee: *shakes her head, sighing * Okay. Well....as long as you’ve got him cuffed, might as well make good out of it while you’ve got it.

Bonecrusher: ......
Arcee: *smirk.*

Bonecrusher: IF HE WEREN'T SHUNNING ME? I TOTALLY WOULD BE.
Arcee: *patpat * Hmm. Well, doesn't hurt to try.

Bonecrusher: *sigh* MAYBE. SEE YOU AROUND, BUBBLEGUM.
Arcee: *nod.* Good luck, Crusher.

Bonecrusher: *disappears!*

********

Bonecrusher: :: PRIVATE COMMUNICATIONS: ACCEPT Y/N? ::
Starscream: ::ACCEPT: Y::

Bonecrusher: :: SO. HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A CHALLENGE? ::
Starscream: ::What sort of problem have you wound up in, Bonecrusher and how much do you want to owe me for fixing it for you?::

Bonecrusher: :: I HAVE SOME INDESTRUCTIBLE HANDCUFFS FOR YOU TO CUT IN HALF. ::

Bonecrusher: :: IF YOU CAN DO IT, I'LL OWE YOU ONE. ::
Starscream: ::You already owe me one. Give me the handcuffs.::

Bonecrusher: :: ....I'D LOVE TO, BUT THEY'RE ATTACHED TO BLACKOUT RIGHT NOW. ::
Starscream: ::....*laughter over comm*::

Bonecrusher: :: *sigh* ::
Starscream: ::You broke the keys in your idiocy, didn't you.::

Bonecrusher: :: I NEVER GOT THE KEYS. ::
Starscream: ::Oh, that's even /better./::
Starscream: ::I'll bring a laser cutter. *snickering*::

Bonecrusher: :: YOU WANT TO COME HERE, OR...? ::
Starscream: ::Oh, I'll come there. I have stuff running in my lab. *snickering* Get decent, because I don't want to see it.::
Starscream: ::What's your location?::

Bonecrusher: :: ROOM ON THE ARK. :: coords :: - AND PRIMUS, STARSCREAM, IF THIS WORKS I'M GOING TO OWE YOU MORE THAN I CAN PROCESS. ::
Starscream: ::*snickering* Yes. Yes you will.::

********

Blackout: -is sulking in the room, waiting-

Bonecrusher: *is keeping away from Blackout at the moment :\*
Blackout: -probably one of the smartest moves he's made in the last 48 hours-

Bonecrusher: *stfu*
Blackout: -urmom-

Bonecrusher: *nourmom*
Starscream: *comes wandering up, leisurely, carrying a Starscream-grade laser cutter, and knocks*
Blackout: -go get bent, slagger!-

Bonecrusher: *ufirst - goes and opens the door, forcing himself not to glare or look at screamer pleadingly* HOW FUN, ANOTHER LASER. HOPE IT WORKS BETTER THAN THE LAST ONE.
Starscream: Whose was /that/ one? *takes in the scene*
Blackout: I hope this one won't take off my head. -scowls-

Bonecrusher: IRONHIDE'S. *points at said laser, lying on the ground by the far wall*

Starscream: *wanders over and inspects the handcuffs, tinging a claw off them* Where in the Pit did you /get/ these?
Bonecrusher: *sighs* ARCEE. SLAGGIN' FEMME AND HER KINKY SONOF.... JUST GET THEM OFF.
Blackout: -shifts. not that he's nervous or anything-
Starscream: *seizes the handcuffs, and perforce Blackout's wrist* Don't move, if you like your hands where they are. *cheerfully*
Blackout: -glares, tensing-
Starscream: *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE of laser*
Starscream: *the lasers, they do nothing!*

Bonecrusher: .......
Starscream: .../where in the pit did /she/ get them?/
Blackout: ....well
Blackout: At least I still have my head.
Blackout: -deadpan-

Bonecrusher: .........I CAN'T SAY I'M SURPRISED.... *to Screamer* BARRICADE MADE THEM.
Starscream: I /want/ that alloy. I /want/ it. *attempts again*
Starscream: *laser goes SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
Starscream: *fail.*

Bonecrusher: ..........*sigh*
Blackout: ......
Starscream: ...I'll be right back. I've got some acids that should work.
Blackout: That won't be...required.

Bonecrusher: .....*is half wondering if acids would actually WORK D:*
Starscream: It's a /challenge/ now. I refuse to admit defeat to something that /Barricade/ made.
Blackout: ....your concern is as touching as always.
Starscream: You'll probably keep your hands.
Starscream: I know. It is.

Bonecrusher: PROBABLY ISN'T A DEFINITE. I FIGURED YOUR LASER WOULDN'T WORK, BUT BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY.... *shakes his head* MAYBE WE SHOULD TRY PRIME AGAIN.

Bonecrusher: THAT SWORD HAS TO WORK.
Blackout: -is becoming convinced this stuff is indestructible-
Starscream: I won't admit defeat to /Prime,/ either. Maybe small explosives.
Blackout: .........

Bonecrusher: STARSCREAM.
Starscream: What?

Bonecrusher: WE WANT BLACKOUT IN ONE PIECE.
Starscream: He probably would be!

Bonecrusher: AGAIN WITH THIS "PROBABLY" SLAG.
Blackout: If I wanted to have parts of my person destroyed in any way, I could just chew my way out of this. -scoffs!-
Starscream: That's a thought, too. If you crushed your hands, you could just pull them right out...

Bonecrusher: *is actually kinda surprised he hasn't tried that yet...*
Blackout: -...he already tried, instinct is a bitch though-

Bonecrusher: .....

Bonecrusher: STARSCREAM, YOU REALLY AREN'T HELPING.

Bonecrusher: *to Blackout* SHOULD I TRY PRIME?
Starscream: Oh, was I supposed to be helping? Right, right...
Blackout: It is looking more like the best solution. -to Bonecrusher-

Bonecrusher: *sigh* LET ME COMM HIM, THEN....

Blackout: Seeing as a certain scientist can't seem to keep in a certain parameters.
Starscream: I keep telling you, a few drops of this acid I have would do it, I'm /sure.../
Blackout: But would anything else be left?
Starscream: We could find out!
Blackout: ....

Bonecrusher: ....STARSCREAM, THIS ISN'T A SCIENCE PROJECT.

Bonecrusher: THIS ISN'T A "LET'S TEST THINGS!" TIME.

Bonecrusher: THIS IS SIMPLY A MISSION TO FIX MY HORRIBLE MISTAKE.
Blackout: Agreed on all accounts.
Starscream: Well, if you don't /want/ my help. *turns to go, huffily*

Bonecrusher: WHAT, YOU DON'T WANT TO STICK AROUND AND SEE IF PRIME CAN DO IT?

Bonecrusher: *idly*
Starscream: Not if you won't let me try perfectly reasonable experiments.

Bonecrusher: ACIDS ARE NOT REASONABLE!
Blackout: Nor are SMALL EXPLOSIVES.
Starscream: Explosives are /always/ reasonable.
Starscream: *huffily goes towards the door*

Blackout: -mumbles under his breath something about strapping some to Starscream and seeing how HE likes it-
Starscream: *shall leave, all offended*

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head, too distracted to tell him to stop being a baby*
Blackout: -yeah, well, didn't want Starscream's help to begin with so :< -

((Bonecrusher comms Prime – Kurumi was teh smartz and forgot to save it. -_-;))

 

Optimus Prime: *And is ttly on his way*

Bonecrusher: *and is ttly hoping this works D:*
Blackout: -looks like a combination of angry, frustrated and miserable-

Optimus Prime: *Knocks*

Bonecrusher: *reaches, tugs the door open, and tilts his head at Blackout* ALL YOURS, PRIME. *dryly* GOOD LUCK.

Optimus Prime: *Looks at Bonecrusher - then at Blackout*

Optimus Prime: *pleasetellhimit'snotwhathethinksitis*

Optimus Prime: *pleasepleaseplease*
Blackout: -wordlessly holds up his hands-

Bonecrusher: *says nothing*
Blackout: -hey look handcuffs-

Optimus Prime: *...sigh, kneeling down, forming his sword* Alright. Let's get this over with.

Bonecrusher: *sour-face for sword D< bad memories, man, bad memories!*
Blackout: -sets his palms flat on the table, pulling the chain taut-

Optimus Prime: *Not looking at Bonecrusher, looking at Blackout, holding his sword just above the chain. Then - presses down, HARD*

Optimus Prime: ...

Optimus Prime: *presses harder*

Optimus Prime: .......

Bonecrusher: ............OH COME ON!

Optimus Prime: *saw?*
Blackout: ....you aren't even scratching it, are you.

Optimus Prime: What in the name of Primus...?

Bonecrusher: *just collapses against the wall*

Bonecrusher: FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

Optimus Prime: *SAWSAWSAW*
Blackout: -stares- ...yes, not even leaving a mark.

Optimus Prime: Well.

Optimus Prime: *Raises sword up*

Optimus Prime: *Then SLASHDOWNWARDS*
Blackout: -braced!!!-

Bonecrusher: o_o

Optimus Prime: *SPEED + SHARPNESS = PROFIT Y/N?*

Bonecrusher: ......*apparently N*

Optimus Prime: ...

Optimus Prime: *Looks up at Bonecrusher*

Optimus Prime: What in the pit are these things made of?

Bonecrusher: I DON'T KNOW.

Bonecrusher: BARRICADE MADE THEM.
Blackout: .......whatever it is, I want it as an armor for my frame.

Bonecrusher: *is slumped* OKAY, WHO NEXT?

Optimus Prime: ...I could shoot it?

Bonecrusher: *opticroll* WE'RE TRYING TO KEEP BLACKOUT IN ONE PIECE.

Optimus Prime: My bad.

Blackout: There IS no one left! -snaps- If Starscream's lasers, Optimus Prime's sword and ARGH! NOTHING WORKS.

Optimus Prime: *Rubs the bridge of his nose, pulling his sword back into hand*

Optimus Prime: Barricade has the keys?

Bonecrusher: .....OBVIOUSLY NOT.
Blackout: Someone LOST THEM.

Bonecrusher: I NEVER HAD A HOLD OF THEM!

Bonecrusher: *snaps* ARCEE LOST THEM IN TRANSIT!
Blackout: Right. Of course

Bonecrusher: APPARENTLY THE SLAGGIN' SPARE IS ON THE KEYRING WITH THE ORIGINAL.

Bonecrusher: I DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT. THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE.

Optimus Prime: *Opticroll*

Optimus Prime: I'll have Roller look for them.
Blackout: -unhappy Blackout is UNHAPPY-

Bonecrusher: *sigh* THANKS ANYWAYS. MY MENTAL LIST IS GROWING SHORTER, WHO ELSE IS THERE TO EVEN ASK?
Blackout: I am officially out of ideas.

Optimus Prime: *Considers*

Optimus Prime: ...maybe Trion would know.

Optimus Prime: Or at least have another idea...

Bonecrusher: *ugh*
Blackout: -looks less than thrilled at such a prospect-

Optimus Prime: What? It's a thought.

Optimus Prime: *Starts getting up*

Bonecrusher: AFTER THE RAVE? THIS IS JUST GOING TO MAKE ME LOOK ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL.

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head*

Optimus Prime: What happened at the rave?
Blackout: ..........
Blackout: -eyetwitch-

Bonecrusher: *facepalm* TRIED TO SHOW UP SOME SEEKERS TO SEXYBACK.

Optimus Prime: ...

Bonecrusher: DIDN'T WORK OUT AS PLANNED.

Optimus Prime: On second thought, I don't want to-.

Optimus Prime: ...

Optimus Prime: .......

Optimus Prime: *Optictwitch*

Bonecrusher: *heh*

Bonecrusher: *well, he's gotta get his kicks somewhere*

Optimus Prime: ....obviously, there's nothing else I can do here, so if you'll excuse me.
Blackout: I can't sleep with the knowledge of it either, Optimus Prime.
Blackout: -deadpan-

Bonecrusher: HEY, IT WASN'T ME BEING... *waves a hand* IT WAS ALL HIM!

Bonecrusher: *:\*

Optimus Prime: I don't want to know!

Optimus Prime: I am leaving now!

Bonecrusher: *heheheh*

Optimus Prime: *Is going for the door!*
Blackout: DON'T GIVE ME THAT. YOU WERE GRINDING RIGHT BACK.
Blackout: BEFORE I WAS BLINDED I SAW AT LEAST THAT!

Bonecrusher: IT WASN'T ANY WORSE THAN TC AND FIREFLIGHT!

Optimus Prime: *GONE!*

Blackout: AT LEAST THEY WEREN'T CAUSING ME TRAUMA!

Bonecrusher: THEY'RE SEEKERS, THEY CAUSE EVERYONE TRAUMA.

Optimus Prime: *NOT HERE ANYMORE!*

Optimus Prime: *CAN'T HEAR YOU!*

Bonecrusher: *what, you don't think they'd keep bickering?*

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head* OKAY, OKAY. *hands out* WHO NOW?

Blackout: CONSIDERING YOU BOTH WERE DOING THINGS THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ILLEGAL- -growls, dropping it reluctantly-

Bonecrusher: LOOK, OKAY. HOOK OFFERED TO HELP EARLIER, IF WE GO TO THE MEDBAY.

Bonecrusher: OR WE COULD LET STARSCREAM TRY ACIDS. OR.... I DON'T EVEN KNOW.
Blackout: ...everyone is more than likely already aware of the situation, so we might as well.

********

Bonecrusher: *so! FADEOUT-FADEIN, int. medbay! Bonecrusher and Blackout are there. Somehow. D:*

Hook: *is busy working, irritated, cranky and tired - going over Six's schematics*

Hook: *is ignoring everything, going over displacement and such*

Bonecrusher: *innocently* HOOK~~?

Hook: *doesn't look up*

Hook: Yes, Bonecrusher?

Bonecrusher: YOU KNOW HOW YOU SAID YOU'D HELP WITH THE HANDCUFFS....?

Hook: Let me guess. Didn't find the keys?

Bonecrusher: ...NO.

Bonecrusher: *u_u*

Hook: *looks up at Bonecrusher*

Hook: Can I get an explanation?

Bonecrusher: I MADE A LIST OF THINGS TO TRY, AND THEY WERE NUMBER THREE? *shrug*
Blackout: -would wave but can't rly-

Hook: *eyes Blackout*

Hook: *eyes Bonecrusher*

Hook: *eyes flick between them for a moment*

Hook: I see.
Blackout: ........

Bonecrusher: *opticroll*

Hook: Next time may I suggest a softer metal of handcuffs?

Bonecrusher: I DIDN'T KNOW!

Hook: ... Duh.

Bonecrusher: ARCEE JUST HANDED THEM TO ME, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!

Hook: Bonecrusher.. next time use your head for more than just ramming things please?

Bonecrusher: *shrugs* I TRY, BUT LOOK HOW IT TURNS OUT.
Blackout: Funny, that's what I've been saying as of late.

Hook: *Hook's holo appears and makes his finger spin* Turn.

Hook: *short.. blonde.. everything Hook shouldn't be*
Blackout: -is double jointed, so managed to get his hands around to his front-

Hook: *bliiinks*

Bonecrusher: *had fun finding that out -_-*

Blackout: -or so he discovered after he strangled Bonecrusher with the chain-

Hook: *blinks at tinks them*

Hook: I can try...

Hook: *lifts and eyes*

Hook: But from the looks of it...

Hook: You're fucked unless you find the keys.

Bonecrusher: ........
Blackout: Goody.

Bonecrusher: *death to barricade.*
Blackout: -unamused-

Bonecrusher: *death.*

Hook: *moves and beings moving through his things and pulls out the saw - in tiny form!*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Takes this time to putter into the medbay, apparently ignorant of the others there*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) o/~

Hook: *eyes Roller*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Goes under a table*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *And out the other end - and under another table! And out the other end*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Search-and-rescue, Roller-style*

Bonecrusher: *eyes the drone* ....HUH, HE WAS SERIOUS.

Hook: *Hook goes back to working on Six's displacement and fiddling with things whilst the Holo goes to work* Sometimes I wonder...
Blackout: ........

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *And soon enough - rolls back out*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) o/~

Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E, O-E, ? O-E?

Hook: *Holo! smiles at Blackout* We'll see what we can do about this, eh?
Blackout: At this point, anything is welcome.

Hook: I could saw your hands off? :3

Hook: Your new name could be stubbums.

Hook: Or Shockwave.
Blackout: ...well, I did try eating my way out, but it was...unpleasant.

Hook: *snerks at his own joke*

Hook: Eating your way out?

Bonecrusher: *looks at Blackout* YOU DID?
Blackout: .......
Blackout: Perhaps.

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head*
Blackout: What? I eventually stopped. Thankfully I don't taste like chicken. -deadpan-

Hook: *turns on the lasersaw and begins his attempt8

Hook: *humming the Funeral March still*

Bonecrusher: ......

Bonecrusher: COULD YOU STOP THAT? IT'S KIND OF WEIRDING ME OUT.
Blackout: -watches idly-
Blackout: Why? It makes a great theme song for you.

Bonecrusher: .........

Hook: *blinks*

Hook: You'll do well to be nice to Bonecrusher.

Hook: He might be a dipshit sometimes but he means well.

Hook: *eyes narrow some*

Bonecrusher: *blink!*

Bonecrusher: *wow, being defended. that's.... that's a new one.*
Blackout: Spare me the lectures, if you please.

Hook: *before going back to work*

Hook: I can and will make these tighter, Blackout.

Hook: Don't test me.

Hook: I'm a bastard.

Hook: And I'll fully admit that

Hook: I'll lecture you if I damn well please.
Blackout: Certainly spares me from having to say it aloud.

Hook: Bonecrusher is doing his best.

Hook: So suck it up and count yourself lucky your mate cares about you.

Hook: I understand you're pissy.

Hook: I'd be pissy too.

Hook: Doesn't mean you have to take it out on Bonecrusher.
Blackout: -is wondering why he let himself be dragged here again-

Bonecrusher: .....*okay, he's not sure which is creepier, Hook humming the funeral march or Hook defending him.*

Hook: *taps lips* I do have some acid somewhere*
Blackout: ......it frightens me how you and Starscream had similar ideas.

Hook: Did he try acid?
Blackout: ...do you honestly think I'd trust him near me with that?

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *ROLLS BACK IN, CHIRPING LIKE MAD*

Bonecrusher: ....?

Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E!!!!

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :D!!

Bonecrusher: *zomgkey*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Has a box in his seat*

Hook: Damn.
Blackout: .......????!

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Rollrollrollsaround Hook & Blackout*

Hook: There goes my fun.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E!!!

Bonecrusher: *kneels down* KEY? *:D*

Hook: *pokes the box*

Hook: ...

Hook: Not key.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :P

Hook: It's gonna be very small.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) \o/!

Hook: What is it?

Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E!!!
Blackout: ........of course not, that'd be convenient.

Bonecrusher: ....

Hook: Someone translate?

Hook: I'm bad at this.

Bonecrusher: *sigh* O-E.....? *pop goes his holo!*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Jerks slightly, nudging the box*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :P O-E!!

Bonecrusher: Let's see.... *kneels, opens the box, and....*

Bonecrusher: ...........
Optimus Prime: (Roller) *And inside the box...O-E?*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :D?
Blackout: .....................

Bonecrusher: *sigh* Roller....
Blackout: -facepalms-

Optimus Prime: (Roller) <3?

Hook: Aww. Roller.

Hook: <3!

Optimus Prime: (Roller) ^___^

Hook: But that isn't the key we need.
Blackout: Is today over yet? -asks himself more than anyone-

Bonecrusher: Not the right key, but the feeling's the same. *yoinks the box*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) ...D:?

Bonecrusher: *for later, you see.*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) =/= O-E?

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :-(

Bonecrusher: *pop goes the holo*

Hook: *wanted to throw the pie in Blackout's face. Damn*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) /_\

Bonecrusher: \o/

Optimus Prime: (Roller) !

Bonecrusher: *stands back up*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) <3

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Rolls out!*
Blackout: -Blackout's a prick, what did you expect?-

Bonecrusher: OH WELL., AT LEAST HE'S GOT THE RIGHT IDEA?

Bonecrusher: *:\*

Hook: *goes to retrieve something* Oh a~acid? Where are you?

Hook: *beings humming Wagner*

Hook: *comes back with a small vial and a tub of some type of liquid*

Bonecrusher: ....YOU AREN'T GOING TO MELT HIS HANDS OFF, ARE YOU?

Hook: Don't tempt me.
Blackout: ........

Hook: *flatly*

Hook: Hands as far as they'll go.

Hook: Palms flat and open.
Blackout: -grudgingly does as he's told-

Hook: *puts the tub under his hands*

Hook: Don't step in that. You'll get a chemical burn.
Blackout: Understood.

Hook: *slowly drips the acid on the handcuffs*

Hook: *hums*

Hook: *head tilting from side to side*

Blackout: -tries to hold perfectly still-

Hook: *sighs and pours more - looking irritated*

Bonecrusher: ......
Blackout: ...nothing is happening. What a surprise.

Bonecrusher: I HATE THESE HANDCUFFS.

Bonecrusher: I REALLY DO.

Hook: *sets the acid aside and dunks his hands down into what was SUPPOSED to give him a chemical burn*

Hook: *no burning*

Hook: *hums*

Bonecrusher: *sigh*

Hook: All right.

Hook: You need the keys.

Hook: I can't do anything for you.

Hook: Next time, tape the key to the wall.
Blackout: -sighs as well-

Hook: That way you can't lose it.
Blackout: Who said there will be a next time?

Hook: *smiles at Bonecrusher*

Bonecrusher: *opticroll*

Hook: *GLARE at Blackout*

Hook: Bonecrusher.. if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to give me a ring.

Hook: I know a good place to hide bodies.

Hook: *holo disappears*
Blackout: -isn't even fazed but whatever-

Hook: *Hook's back is turned to them*

Hook: *working*

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head* JUST FORGET THIS EVER HAPPENED, OKAY?

Bonecrusher: LESS PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT IT, THE BETTER.

Hook: I didn't see anything.

Hook: <3

Bonecrusher: LOVELY.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E!

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *ROLLING BACK IN*

Hook: *turns and smiles at Bonecrusher*

Bonecrusher: ....

Bonecrusher: *looks at Roller*
Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Has O-E in seat*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :D?
Blackout: -does he even want to know?-
Blackout: ..................

Bonecrusher: ......CLOSER.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E?

Bonecrusher: AT LEAST IT LOOKS LIKE A KEY THIS TIME....

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :|

Bonecrusher: =/=

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :-(

Optimus Prime: (Roller) =/=?

Optimus Prime: (Roller) Orz

Bonecrusher: NOPE. THE KEY WE'RE LOOKING FOR IS A LOT SMALLER THAN THAT. *:\*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) : |a

Optimus Prime: (Roller) !

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :D!

Optimus Prime: (Roller) b(^_^)

Hook: Do you need a visual, Roller?

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *GONE*

Hook: Oo

Bonecrusher: .....

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *And about ten seconds later...is back*
Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E?

Bonecrusher: .....

Bonecrusher: SMALLER.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) ...

Hook: Roller.

Bonecrusher: *points at blackout*

Optimus Prime: (Roller) ?

Bonecrusher: GOTTA FIT IN THE KEYHOLE FOR THOSE THINGS.
Hook: Like this.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) : |a
Blackout: -sigh-

Optimus Prime: (Roller) f(o_o)

Optimus Prime: (Roller) O-E = o-e?

Hook: ??

Hook: Small small.

Hook: Smaller than a cog.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) = o-e?

Optimus Prime: (Roller) :o

Hook: Bigger than a screw.

Optimus Prime: (Roller) b(o_o)

Optimus Prime: (Roller) *Rolling out*
Blackout: -is convinced he's doomed-

Hook: Well.. all else fails..

Bonecrusher: .....AT LEAST HE'S GETTING THINGS IN THE GENERAL RANGE, RIGHT? *sigh*

Hook: The sawing off his hands is a good option.

Hook: We can reattach them.

Hook: He just won't have much feeling :D

Bonecrusher: .....

Bonecrusher: *facepalm*

Hook: I always wanted to try that.
Blackout: What's terribly sad about that is it's starting to sound like a viable option.

Hook: I'd get to cut him up at least.

Hook: *nods*

Bonecrusher: KINDA LIKE HIM IN ONE PIECE, HOOK.

Hook: *blinks*

Hook: But he could be called Grampa Stumpy. How cool would that be.

Bonecrusher: .....HOOK. I LIKE HIS HANDS. *flatly*
Blackout: .......

Hook: You could put them in a jar.

Hook: You'd still have them.

Hook: They just wouldn't be attached.

Bonecrusher: ...........THEY NEED TO BE ATTACHED. THAT'S HOW I LIKE THEM. *:\*
Blackout: -yeah he wouldn't mind leaving now kthxbye-

Hook: You're no fun. *sigh*

Bonecrusher: CAN'T HELP IT, HE IS MORE FUN. WITH THE HANDS.

Hook: Well it wouldn't be for long. He'll be back in his mech form eventually.

Bonecrusher: *smirk* YOU CLEARLY DON'T KNOW BLACKOUT.

Hook: And I don't care to.

Hook: *flat*

Bonecrusher: GOOD ON YOU.

Hook: *makes a face and turns - continuing his work*
Blackout: -wonders when Hook became such a glitch...oh, wait a minute-

Hook: Just be quiet.

Bonecrusher: *idly looks at Blackout* ANY OTHER STOPS WE SHOULD MAKE? OR ARE YOU READY TO GO?
Blackout: Going would be just dandy.

Bonecrusher: *ok so they go the way they came in! i assume that involves driving, but w/e.*

Hook: :/

Hook: Thank you would of been appreciated. >>

Hook: *grumbles*

Hook: *goes back to work*

Blackout: -more like a 'fuck you to the Pit' but refrains from saying that either-

********

Bonecrusher: *k so they’re in Bonecrusher's room once again, after a long and draining day of trying to remove a certain pair of handcuffs. of course, Bonecrusher is slumped on his berth, trying to decide whether or not he should engage Blackout in conversation, as the other has been a little.... uh, less-than-receptive today? Yeah, that sounds about right...*
Blackout: -is laid out on his makeshift bed, resting his eyes. he's on his back with his hands resting twined together on his chest, seeing as there's not much else he can do with them right now. he can feel a headache forming in thanks to Hook-

Bonecrusher: *sighs and pops his holo down on the ground, having it walk quietly to the other and look over the other's wrists.* You should put a water bottle on that. *:\* 'S the closest we got to ice packs.
Blackout: I'm. Fine. -grounds out each syllable with a horrible finality, refraining from looking at the other by continuing to rest his eyes closed-

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head and goes to get a water bottle* Your stubbornness is endearing, really. *dryly, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and going back over to put it beside the other*
Blackout: Glad you noticed. -growled out with little more emotion than annoyance. he pointedly ignores the offer of a water bottle, remaining perfectly still-

Bonecrusher: ....*growls a little and moves to stand over the other, crouching down into a half-straddling position* What is your problem?!
Blackout: -at last he opens his eyes to give him a glare, lips curled back in a snarl- Right now you are my problem!

Bonecrusher: *glares right back* What, because I fucked up? Thanks, didn't really realize that! I'm trying to fix it! What do you want me to do, Blackout? I'm not really in the mood to deal with you acting like an utter glitch over everything I try to do.
Blackout: -sneering now- Pardon me for getting upset whenever you screw up, which tends to be the norm! If you distaste it so much then stop bothering me.

Bonecrusher: If I fuck up so much, why are you even tolerating it anymore, anyways?! Obviously, I can't do anything right. *snarls* And by the by, this is my room, in case you've forgotten. This is me, trying to help you, or at least make you feel better.
Blackout: ......fine then, perhaps I should leave then. -murmurs, the words hissed as if saying something far more sinister than just that-

Bonecrusher: ......*slams a fist down right next to the other's head, teeth bared* What do you want? I fucked up, I get it. I've also been trying to fix it, in case the constant stream of me running from place to place and getting humiliated over private commlines for stupid requests hadn't already tipped you off. I obviously don't want you to leave. *the word pissed is a good adjective for Bonecrusher at this particular moment, if his facial expression means anything*
Blackout: -does not even flinch, his eyes trailing to glance at his fist from the corner of his eyes before calmly roving them back to lock gazes with Bonecrusher's. his stern silence is all he gets as a reply-

Bonecrusher: ........*leans down to within an inch of the other's face, eyes burning* Do you realize that I could just strangle you right now? *his whole body twitches at the idea, really* I could just.... I could kill you right now. You sonofaglitch, I don't know what you want from me!
Blackout: -eyes narrow to slits, body arching to fill in just that much more of the gap between them- My, what an utter blessing that would be, to be spared from your utter stupidity.

Bonecrusher: *his hand lashes out and tangles in the other's hair, pulling hard - like he wants to rip it right out of his scalp* I should kill you. If I didn't know better, I'd say you've just been trying to get someone to off you!
Blackout: -manages to hold back his wince, save for the ticking at the edge of one eye. in defiance (or to delay from answering right away, whatever) he even goes so far as to pull away from his touch, tightening the pull, increasing the pain. this? is nothing compared to having a spark removed- If it is so easy to off me, then just do so. -continues to stray from his grip, getting in close enough to brush lips as he says- I will only relish the fact that I would go where most of you could not hope to follow should you do it.

Bonecrusher: *jerks away from the other's lips as if burned, reaching a hand up and actually looking ready to backhand the other* Do you want me to kill you? Is that what you want? I'm trying to do everything to make you - ........... *is completely tense* You tell me what you want, you slagger, because I'm too stupid to figure it out on my own.
Blackout: -stiffens at the sight, bracing himself for it should the strike ever come for in his mind he doesn't doubt the other will do it if he chooses. once again he intentionally refrains from saying anything to the first part of his statement- I told you, leaving me be would have been a fine start.

Bonecrusher: *his holo actually shows the moment he's taking to calm down as a deep breath, and he finally throws himself to the side, pushing away from the other until he hits the wall with a sigh* ....I don't want to leave you alone. The last time I left you alone you broke your wrist. *makes a noise* The time before that, this happened. *sneers, but he's looking at his feet, not the other* Sorry I just don't want you to get fucked over again.
Blackout: -his eyelids lower fractionally as he stares almost...forlornly at nothing in particular before he flutters them closed completely, hiding away whatever emotion he was feeling at the moment. tilting his head to rest his cheek against a pillow he says nothing further-

Bonecrusher: ......... *softly* I just don't understand.
Blackout: That makes two of us. -just as softly-

Bonecrusher: *chuckles hoarsely* Oh, slag, you're just as confused as I am. This is great. *runs a hand over his face* What am I gonna do with you, you insufferable glitch? *said mildly, still slightly annoyed but more or less just over it.*
Blackout: ......
Blackout: -well, he might know a little bit of what his problem is, but as if he would admit it to the other-

Bonecrusher: *until he admits it, Bonecrusher is just going to be sitting right there in front of him, emo'ing. Making annoyed noises every so often. Etc.*
Blackout: ......Hook was right.

Bonecrusher: *blinks, looking up* Huh?
Blackout: -face remains turned away and eyes shut, as if feigning sleep. his sigh breaks such a serene image, however, as he snaps- I said, Hook was right.

Bonecrusher: ........Slaggin' Hook - he was just annoyed with you for being cranky. He's good at being an utter aft, we both know that. He was just lecturing you for the sake of lecturing.
Blackout: .......why do you deny it? -frowns slightly, turning to look at him curiously- I proved it more than half a second ago, if anything.

Bonecrusher: ......I don't know. *looks across the room - away from Blackout, at any rate* I just - I'm not doing anything particularly out of my way. It doesn't seem like something that.... I don't know, Blackout. I just... I just don't care what stupid slaggin' Hook says.
Blackout: -scoffs- Glad to see you are fine with it at least!

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head and looks back at the other* What did I do now?
Blackout: -tries to facepalm and run his fingers down his face in exasperation, but with the handcuffs he finds that backfiring- Nothing.

Bonecrusher: *snaps* If you keep acting like I'm doing nothing wrong I'm not gonna be able to figure out what I'm doin' to piss you off! Don't you get it yet?
Blackout: If you learned to just be quiet and leave me be there wouldn't be a problem to begin with!

Bonecrusher: I can't leave you alone!
Blackout: Well why not?

Bonecrusher: I just - *bangs his head back against the wall dully* I just can't. All right? You don't tell me anything, so I don't have to tell you anything either. Start helpin' me realize what I'm doin' wrong, that's all I want, Blackout. *looks at the ceiling* Is that too much?
Blackout: ........
Blackout: ...fair enough. -grants the other grudgingly-

Bonecrusher: For crying out..... - Blackout. *looks at him dully* Do you want me to just leave you alone? After all of this..... *waves a hand* Do you want that? I'm trying to do what you want, here.

Bonecrusher: If you want me to stop trying, I will. *looks defeated* It's all yours, at this point.
Blackout: I....
Blackout: -curls up slightly, looking unsure now-

Bonecrusher: *sighs* I want to keep this, Blackout. But if you don't talk, I'm not gonna be able to do anything more than I already have. *exasperated*

Bonecrusher: And we both know my attempts so far have been... less than excellent.
Blackout: What does it matter? Every time one thing is resolved, another problem surfaces! Nothing changes.

Bonecrusher: *flatly* Because every time I finally figure out what the first problem is, we get into another fight because you don't. Talk.
Blackout: -has to resist the urge to grab his pillow and throw it over his face. whether this is to prevent him from self suffocation or degradation...such answers are beyond him- Since it obviously has no penetrated your thick cranium yet, if you haven't noticed I am hardly in touch with my emotional side enough to explain myself to you. Humans don't exactly have a filter for these things. Perhaps I don't talk because I don't know how.

Bonecrusher: *sighs* I was half hopin' the lack of a filter would help me out in this argument, to be brutally honest. And it's not hard to tell me what I'm doin' wrong, you idiot. You just tell me why I'm being a moron as opposed to just saying that I am one. I'm not asking for a huge emotional deluge, here, Blackout. Just realize that I don't get it all the time.
Blackout: Fine fine...-mumbles-

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head and chuckles, leaning forward a bit from the wall, looking to push himself up* You're hopeless.

Bonecrusher: ....In a good way, I guess, though. Better than some.
Blackout: Mm...-not really looking at him, feeling as if this were a wasted conversation-

Bonecrusher: *rolls his eyes, moving forward on hands and knees; he bends over the other's face, smirking* Look on the bright side. At least now you have a free pass to point out my many various flaws at any time you'd like.
Blackout: ...don't you get that from everyone else anyway? -said rather tiredly-

Bonecrusher: ...Well, yeah, but I usually don't give them permission for that.
Blackout: -sighs, reaching up with both hands to grab the other by the shirt and promptly pulling him down on top of him, face burying in his chest- ......

Bonecrusher: *sighs and adjusts himself so he's not going to, well.... crush the other, smoothing down the hair in the spot he had been pulling at just a little bit ago*
Blackout: -for this he tilts marginally to his touch, as if to say it's alright- I...owe you an apology...-he mumbles quietly to the other's chest, since he apparently can't bring himself to look at him at the moment-

Bonecrusher: ..... *softly, still petting his hair* 'S okay. I did somethin' really stupid, that's put you out. I'd be a little weirded out if you didn't hate me for it.
Blackout: -shakes his head slowly, not wanting to dislodge Bonecrusher's hand- Why are you permitting me to walk all over you like this?

Bonecrusher: *chuckles* Either because I'm secretly the biggest masochist on this base, or I think the times like this are worth the times you're bitin' my head off. Not sure quite yet.
Blackout: ....-shifts his arms as if about to wrap them around the other before recalling that such a maneuver is rather impossible right now, so he settles for pressing closer against him- Being a masochist would certainly explain partially why you put up with me.

Bonecrusher: *growls lightly* I do like you usin' your teeth... and yer claws. And generally gettin' into my wires. So it can be safely assumed that I'm at the very least, a masochist.

Bonecrusher: *pauses for a moment, then says quietly* Maybe it's a little of both.
Blackout: -draws a finger down his chest as far as the chain would permit, nuzzling his collarbone once or twice. were the other able to see his face it could be described as thoughtful- ...but why me? That is still one thing I do not understand.
Blackout: Not like much seems to separate me from someone such as, say...Flamewar.

Bonecrusher: *makes a face* You aren't nearly as insane as she is. Believe me, I haven't met a mech yet who could meet her standards. Besides... I dunno. You're not so bad. Attractive in either shape, an' you obviously put some sort of effort into this relationship. That's all I really need. I ain't that picky. *shrugs a bit, twisting a dread loosely around his finger* I could very easily ask you the same question. Doubt I'd get much of a reply, but either way.
Blackout: .....-his fingers, his eyes, even his breathing seems to still, till he releases a shuddering breath. steeling himself, he says- Because...no matter what happens, you...

Bonecrusher: .......*says nothing, but doesn't stop twisting dreads loosely between his fingers - if the other's going to continue, he will. if he ain't - well, slag, he's getting closer, right?*
Blackout: Even when I was drunk and came onto you when all this just started, or when I was turned human, and just now when I said I would go where you couldn't follow...and all those other times I have upset you, and you had every right to...kill me, you didn't. You haven't. -looks up at him now, eyes shining only slightly with unshed tears-

Bonecrusher: *sighs and shrugs a little, meeting his eyes easily* Maybe I really do think the good times are worth the bad. Either that, or.... Well. What can I say? I like what we've got.

Bonecrusher: Besides.... *shifts a bit* There's gotta be somethin' in this for you, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't put up with my idiocy. So I figure I should stick around.
Blackout: ....-shifts, almost nervously, and ducks his head again-...and what do you think that would be, hm?

Bonecrusher: *resists the urge to roll his eyes* I don't know. Hot interfacing? Base attraction? *grins a bit* You love my raw magnetism. Something along those lines.... Maybe. Maybe more. Who knows - other than you?
Blackout: ...love, funny you should mention that...-except his voice is nothing but of the utmost seriousness-

Bonecrusher: *stills his hand briefly, before continuing to play with his hair.* Hmm...? *his voice totally doesn't catch at all in that short little sound, stfu*
Blackout: .......

Bonecrusher: .........
Blackout: ...-his lips part slightly, as if about to say something. the words though, they get caught in his throat and choke him, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips as he tries to recover- Do...do you love me?

Bonecrusher: *laughs hoarsely, softly* Would it change anything if I said it?
Blackout: -his grip slackens-...I suppose that is answer enough, then.

Bonecrusher: *is still playing with his hair, trying not to scramble for words to keep the other from sounding so... bad.* I figure the fact that I'm doing all this for you should have tipped you off...... *trails off*
Blackout: ...and here I was thinking the interfacing really was just that good...-smirks, though it wavers, frayed at the edges-

Bonecrusher: *frowns now and shifts to look the other in the face* Oh, it is. Believe me... *fumbles a bit* ....Do you want me to leave you alone now...? *doesn't sound at all worried, SHUT UP.*
Blackout: -looks him dead in the eyes, hands caressing up from Bonecrusher's chest to his shoulders, then to cup his face, thumb brushing the full length of his cheek. he only hesitates long enough to scoot closer, his entire front molding against the other in all the right places, as if it were meant to be- No...no, I don't want you to leave me alone. Not now, not ever. I just...I want you to love me, like...-moves his face closer, lips already descending on the others as he whispers- I love you...

Bonecrusher: *makes a relieved noise, kissing the other briefly before smirking a bit cheekily* Thank Primus... Thought I was gonna be the one sayin' it first. I love you, crazy slaggin' blender that you are. *and then kisses him fully, total win as far as he's concerned here*
Blackout: -his face falls slightly at that, fingernails digging into his skin briefly as punishment- You and your way with wo-oopmh! -he blinks rapidly as he's so promptly interrupted...but, well, if the other does that again using his tongue, then he can't find himself minding too much. he wriggles against him some more, melting into his body-

Bonecrusher: *grins and slides a hand under the other's head, the other hand sliding under his back, pulling his mouth away briefly* I love you. Not so good with words, we know this, but I do. *and returns his mouth and tongue to their previous task of removing all the breath from Blackout's lungs*
Blackout: -right now it doesn't take a whole lot to do that, a shudder running straight through him, starting from his lips and going right down to his toes. he breaks away with a gasp for air, mumbling heatedly- I love you...I love you, I love you...-over and over again, between kisses and pants and licks, like a filter in him had finally been removed, the words rushing forth- I love you despite your lack of ability concerning words, I love you when you - ah! - touch me there, I love you even though you can be so stupid sometimes, I love you when you get so possessive...

Bonecrusher: *pulls his lips just barely away from the other, frowning a bit and pulling the other as close as he can to him* I love you - sitting around doin' nothing or interfacin', human or mech, silent or screaming, I love you. I might not be articulating it right, but - I don't know. Slaggit. *he bites at the other's neck, leaving marks but not really paying attention to that so much as-* And I couldn't leave you, I hope you know, even if you had told me to go away I probably wouldn't have been able to...
Blackout: -throws his head back, twisting it to reveal as much neck as possible, not caring but caring if the other turns him into a leopard or just eats him up right there, so long as he doesn't lose the feeling of those lips and teeth- Even if you did...I know you would have come back. -murmurs gutturally, chest rising and falling steadily with his heavy pants- If not, I would have hunt you down. I will not be letting go of you easily...

Bonecrusher: *growls and bites down hard, before licking the wound, moving on to repeat the process lower on his neck* Promise, you're not gonna have to look far for me. I'm right here, not plannin' on going anywhere.
Blackout: -yelps in pain, which is soon followed by a purr as he sinks deeply into the sheets, making sure Bonecrusher isn't too far behind and more than comfortable. though his hands are limited...well, he finds their uses- I'm holding you to that...

Bonecrusher: *groans softly and grunts as he shifts again* Need those slaggin' keys.... *hisses and bites at the other's throat lightly* I'm gonna find those slaggin' keys.... And then you're going to use your hands to brace yourself against every flat surface in this room....
Blackout: That...oooh!...sounds like a splendid idea...-bucks against him, fingers moving along Bonecrusher's abdomen- In the mean time, I wonder what my limitations are with my hands like this, hm? I'm certainly curious to find out...-licks his lips- If all else fails, I might just have to get...creative....

Bonecrusher: *moans* Ohhh... creative, hmm? *smirks and rolls his hips a bit* I like creativity......

AND NEEDLESS TO SAY, CREATIVITY IS ONE OF BLACKOUT’S (many) STRONG ATTRIBUTES.