Fleet arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the east.

Fleet has arrived.

Swindle arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the east.

Swindle has arrived.

Fleet wears the fresh paint of the recently repaired, and something about the way he holds his wings indicates that he's not yet back in full health, so no playing in the training room, and a temporary break from patrols. And no dancing. Dammit. So instead he sits in front of a terminal, checking up on watchbills and training schedules and all that other boring stuff he does when he can't fly.

Catechism stands at a terminal, looking even happier than she usually does. She taps through forms, occasionally pausing to study one now and then and look up what it means if it is particularly cryptic. It's somewhat disturbing that so much cheerrfulness and so much red tape are bundled into such a small space.

Swindle strolls through the doors, nonchalantly pucshing a trolley before him, the trolley is loaded with variously-sized boxes, the contents of which are not discernable. He nods pleasantly at those he passes.

Frenzy arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the east.

Frenzy has arrived.

Fleet glances up as Swindle passes by, returning his friendly nod. Well, wait. Actually... "Ah. Swindle. Good Cycle," he starts, his tone of voice indicating a desire to strike up conversation. Yes, he wants something, and it's something Swindle would probably be perfectly willing to get him for a price, but Fleet is a polite Decepticon, so he might as well start polite.

Catechism takes a step back from her console, not so absorbed by red tape that she doesn't hear Swindle and Fleet and glances over her shoulder. She waves to Swindle and says, "Oh, hi!" and then nods to Fleet.

SPEAKING OF RED TAPE! Frenzy stomps into the barracks quite loudly, or at least as loudly as the smallest brand of Transformers can. Strangely, he's got a pair of human headphones, plugged into an MP3 player of some sort, over his audio receptors, playing some heavy metal so loud over them that the music can be plainly heard to all. Frenzy bobs his head back and forth, totally headbanging to the jams for a minute, then the music stops. Frenzy bangs the device repeatedly, but apparently the music won't resume. Five seconds later the MP3 player has been thrown on the floor and blasted into bits by the tape's laser pistol. A few pieces of destroyed consumer product richochet off Swindle and Fleet. "Whatta piece of JUNK!!" He exclaims loudly, presumably wanting everyone to stop what they're doing and pay attention to him.

Shrike arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the east.

Shrike has arrived.

Swindle pauses as Fleet's ever-more familiar voice addresses him. Turning towards the Seeker he raises an optic ridge. "Good Cycle yourself, and how are you keeping?" He thorws another nod towards Catechism by way of greeting. Turning back to Fleet he opens his mouth, as if to ask a question, before noticing Frenzy's ever-unsubtle entrance. He watches in mild amusement for a moment, leaning slightly back as small shards of plastic bounce harmlessly off him. "And hello to you to."

Frenzy puts his hands on his hips, staring up at Swindle and Fleet balefully, "Pffft, good cycle?! How can you two being having a good cycle?! I don't see like, any scrapped Autobots under yer boots!"

Speaking of weirdness magnets...

Only coming into this area with the strict intent to look for someone in particular, the medical commander pauses after a step into the barracks. Her wings shuffle neatly behind her as she looks to an oddity on her shoulder and addreses it, "Well, he's not in here then..." Her wings flick, optics narrowing as she turns away from the avin perched on her shoulder to look about the area, "Hnn.. Wonder where he's lurking..."

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Fleet glances down as the plastic bounces off his leg, then up at Frenzy, but, as he's not quite sure HOW to respond to that, he doesn't. It's Earth garbage. Of COURSE it's junk! "Well enough," he answers Swindle. "Recovering from a minor scuffle a couple of days back, but I came out better than the other person." Then he shrugs as he looks over at Frenzy, then back up at Swindle. "Actually, I was looking to obtain something of a... I don't know. A display case or something. Or just a table. Something."

Catechism is nearly startled off balance by red tape of an entirely different sort. What in the name of Galvatron's cannon is that racket? She turns around to look behind her, but sees nothing at optic-level, so she looks down... and down a bit more... and ah! One the smaller Decepticons, but as noisy as any three of the larger.

Swindle nods down at the diminutive tape, "Such things are largely based on perspective." He turns back to Fleet as the prospect of a sale emerges. He nods slightly, tilting his head, "A display case, or table." His grin broadens. "Got a trophy or two to show off, eh?"

        The bird of prey sitting on Arachnae's shoulder coos softly in reply, his head tilting back and forth in some odd form of body-language. Each of the room's occupants is stared at through narrowed optics, as if he could discern everything about each individual with a mere glance. Of course, that's not the case, but Shrike is extremely well-informed on Decepticon personnel. "A pity." He resonates in a very toneless, mechanical voice similiar to that of his creator, except that his chorus is darker and less....pleasing to the audials.

Fleet crosses his arms as he leans in his chair and looks up, shrugging both shoulders absently in response to Swindle's question. "Not really display, exactly. I just need some place to keep it besides the floor of my quarters." Which are really small enough to be called nickels anyway. "Not like anyone else goes in there." He looks up as Arachnae arrives and nods his greeting to her, taking a moment to give Shrike a curious glance.

Frenzy looks entirely dissatisfied as Fleet and Swindle ignore him. This of course only causes Frenzy to ratchet up the volume of his voice to yet higher levels, "Hey! HEY! Are you two listening to me? Are YOU listening to ME?!" He kicks Fleet's ankle with a relatively harmless amount of force, "You two are going soft on me! Where's the intensity! Where's the lust for battle?! Where's the... uhh..." He puts one hand to his chin, looking contemplative for a moment, "Umm...." Another pause, before he suddenly explodes, throwing his arms out, "EXPLOSIONS, SLAGGIN' EXPLOSIONS!!!"

Catechism notes the bird on Arachnae's shoulder and... shudders a little? It's barely enough to be noticeable, but it's there. She then frowns and punches herself lightly on the arm. Stupid Catechism, that's not a real bird! There's nothing to fear. It's not going to fly headlong into her face and get itself squished in messy fashion. It's a fellow Decepticon!

Arachnae shrugs shoulders, wings flicking behind her as she tips her head to the side, seemingly undisturbed by the voice on her shoulder. "Hmm.." Her optics narrow, "Well, now what?" looking at Shrike thoughtfully. "As it is obviously evident that he isn't here." She walks further into the barracks, meandering towards Fleet, but pausing as she espies Frenzy. Optics flicker, a faint smile forms on her face, "He might just be in his quarters. We *could* just radio him instead of all of this silly hunting-tracking stuff, little one." And she pauses to study Frenzy again before murmuring sotto voce to her shoulderbound companion, "I see why you remain aloof..."

Fleet hisses slightly as Frenzy kicks him and glares at the tape. "No, I wasn't listening to you, and I will continue to not listen to you until you say something worthwhile. I have other business to attend to. Being intense all the time just leads to burn out."

        The toneless voice of Shrike again resonates an answer. "His presence is not a requisite, only a matter of convenience." The strange-looking condor again shakes his head. "My brothers are not the issue. As....eccentric as some may be. My creator considers me a failure, and he may continue to believe what he wishes. I am a repository of far more knowledge than even he is privvy to."

Swindle watches Fleet for a moment, before glancing casually away at the others here, responding lightly. "Certainly, you're not the first to look for a trophy case. Although you're certainly less boastful than most-" He breaks off as Frenzy elevates his attempt to garner attention. With a light smirk he pointedly refrains from looking in the casseticon's direction, if the lack of attention aggravates him, Swindle is happy to oblige. "Was there any material in particular you wanted? There are a variety of ranges available to suit whatever decor you wish."

Frenzy finally notices Shrike while he's hopping up and down, continuing to scream at Fleet and Swindle, but mostly just Fleet at the moment. Just like that he switches all of his attention up to Arachnae and his fellow tape, leaving Fleet to hiss his retort to nobody, really. "Hmm..." he says, blatantly checking out Arachnae's fine curvy chassis, "Got yourself a lil' sugar huh bro?" he addresses Shrike, "She's got real nice lines... yeah...." he reaches out try and palm Arachnae's calf.

Swindle has reconnected.

Fleet almost snarls as Frenzy addresses Arachnae in such a disrespectful and familiar manner, but says nothing. Arachnae is more than capable of handling herself, and she lets him do just that. So instead he forces his attention back to Swindle and shrugs. "Nothing special. I wouldn't say 'standard troop quarters' is much of a 'decor' that requires suiting." With that his expression changes to a crooked, almost self-depreciating half-smile.

Frenzy's hand edges ever closer to Arachnae's lower leg!

...and he has a crazed expression in his... sunglasses thing.

So what's new?

Shrike is preparing to leap for the ceiling if his perch were to make a sudden move.

Swindle shrugs. "I wouldn't know, I converted mine into a storeroom a long time ago." Despite the lightness of his words, he watches Fleet closely, noting his reaction to Frenzy's foolhardiness. "Some 'Cons have rather specific tastes in such matters. Nothing too frivolous then?"

Arachnae shrugs slightly, "Well, it would have been nice to speak to him about this face to face. Far more proper, don't you think?" She had started to tune out Frenzy until...

Slowly she looks down at the short mech, optics faintly amused, lips crooking into a smirk, "Ye-eees?" drawing the word out slowly into a lilting purr. There is a faint shifting to the air around her, like the static sensation before a lightning strike.

Catechism sighs, baffled at the antics, shrugs, accepting that the world is strange and trying to understand it is futile, and turns back to the terminal, wanting to get back to her paperwork. Yay, paperwork! At least paperwork is rational in is irrationality.

Fleet shakes his head in response to Swindle's question. "No, nothing particularly frivolous. Honestly, I'm not even sure how long I'll have the thing. I may want to give it to Scrapper later for something or another." He again glances back towards Frenzy and Arachnae, and silently thanks himself for deciding not to get in the way.

Shrike is suddenly very aware of the fact that Arachnae is a living lightning rod, but he takes solace in the fact that he is grounded only to the lightning rod itself, and not the floor. So happily for him, any impending shocks will not affect his systems adversely. "Arachnae's design is sleek, but it has no bearing on my association with her."

Frenzy grins cheekilly back up at Arachnae while rubbing the back of her lower leg, completely oblivious to the clouds of doom forming above him. "Yea, that's nice, you're quite a looker, toots, not like some of the other femmes I see 'round here..." he glances form side to side then jerks a thumb towards Catechism while leaning in towards Arachnae, whispering conspiratorilly, "...Her cone freaks me out." Of course, any amount of secrecy is blown by Frenzy's hands making a triangle over his head, mimicing Catechism's cone.

Swindle has partially disconnected.

Catechism continues on with her paperwork, blissfully unaware. Alas poor conehead, so oblivious to the fact that she's just been insulted by a pint side pip-squeak. Granted, he does have a point; this girl gets mistaken for a Dirge a lot, which does say rather unflattering things about her appearance. It's probably for the best that she doesn't know. Between the thing against infighting, the witness, the fact that he's Soundwave's cassette... that might just get ugly.

Swindle flods his arms, nodding thoughtfully. "Something wall-mounted, perhaps? Keep the area less cluttered." He turns to watch what unfolds with Arachnae and Frenzy, an amused smirk on his face. "You never know when something may happen... Who knows, you may well get more 'souveniers.'"

Fleet nods only once as he considers Swindle's suggestion, fixing another annoyed glare at the back of Frenzy's head before answering Swindle. "Yeah, wall-mounted. That sounds like a good idea, actually. Doesn't need to be too big, though. Just need it for something, oh... about the size of tape's leg. Erm, animal type," he adds hastily. Did a smirk flash quickly across his face as he said that, however? Eh. Probably not.

Soundwave has arrived.

Fleet nods only once as he considers Swindle's suggestion, fixing another annoyed glare at the back of Frenzy's head before answering Swindle. "Yeah, wall-mounted. That sounds like a good idea, actually. Doesn't need to be too big, though. Just need it for something, oh... about the size of tape's leg. Erm, animal type," he adds hastily. Did a smirk flash quickly across his face as he said that, however? Eh. Probably not. <repose for Soundwave.>

Shrike perks up just a bit as Fleet mentions the leg of an animal tape on his wall. He hisses just a bit. Definitely better not be one of Shrike's brothers. His gaze then returns to Arachnae, his perch on her shoulder is secure obviously, as he's quite comfortable watching her deal with his errant sibling in her own way.

Arachnae continues to peer downward as the air continues to thicken for lack of a better term. The leg petting elicits a wing flick, optics narrowing to slits and a soft hiss of air from intakes. She wars with the instinct to zap the intruder to her personal space with the sense of self preservation that comes into play when considering zapping one of the cassettes. Finally, she tips one wing out and down, fanning the edge towards Frenzy, allowing electricity to form and roll across the surface of her armoring, begining to cascade down her lower frame. "Thanks. Feel free to look, but touch me again and pay the price." Conversational, even friendly tone save for that crackle-hiss of electricity being held in check.

<Decepticon> Commander Shockwave says, "Commander Scrapper."

Soundwave strides into the entrance of the Troop Hall, intent on finding... well, someone. Perhaps the tape lord will find the person he is after, perhaps not. But it's safe to say that what he's NOT after is one of his tapelings.. um.. examining the leg of a female former sweep, whose weapons are charging up. Something of a safe distance from the rest of the rabble, Soundwave maintains his distance to see how exactly this will play out.

Frenzy had, fortunately, relinquished his hold on Arachnae's leg to make fun of Catechism's cone before 'Nae activated her crazy anti-rapist personal electrical defense field. "Cool trick." He says, watching the pretty sparklies dancing over her frame. He's a little taken aback by her warning though, "Pay the pri...?" throwing up his hands, "Whoa, hey, I didn't know you were one of THOSE kinda femmes!"

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "Ah... I'm a bit busy at the moment. Is this urgent, Master Shockwave?"

<Decepticon> Commander Shockwave says, "I am having the project loaded onto my personal ship and will be leaving Charr forthwith. You may remain on Charr at your discretion. For the moment."

Swindle raises his optics to the cieling for a moment as he considers. Frowning he looks quickly back down at Fleet. "Animal-type, you say?" He tilts his head as a smirk creeps over his face, "You don't happen to mean an animal-type cassette of a canid persuasion, by any chance? A sort-of turbo-fox shaped Autobot?" There is an almost eager one in his voice as he asks. However, he is distracted by Frenzy's sheer and simple stupidity, his jaw dropping slightly open as he stares at the cassetticon.

<Decepticon> Commander Shockwave says, "Further more."

Catechism continues unstoppably through forms, still standing at the console. Actually, she ends up getting confused at multiple points and needs to backtrack every five minutes. The conehead keeps at it, though. She has a vision, and blast it all, she is going to reach that goal.

<Decepticon> Commander Shockwave says, "When I address you, you will continue to rightfully assume that I have no care for how busy you may or may not be. Commander in title you may be, but the respect of Decepticon High Command you have yet to prove."

Shrike blinks his optics a few times, Frenzy's insult isn't immediately understood by the avian but within a few seconds he has put two and two together. So much data to sort through, does slow one down just a little in the quick-wit department. "Careful sibling..." his voice echoes darkly. ".....you overstep your bounds, and such things can be harmful in the wrong company." Good thing Soundwave is watching, and Shrike noticed his entrance, or it may have indeed been painful. Afterall, family squabbles happen and the Constructicons are only punished if they damage something valuable. Still, his desire to remain on his perch overrides his need to teach anyone manners. "I am certain Lord Galvatron will understand our tardiness." He makes a point of noting to Arachnae. ".....In light of present circumstances."

<Decepticon> Commander Shockwave says, "End communication."

Arachnae blinks, stares down at the short one. Blinks again.. Continues to stare. For a moment she looks like she's about to start laughing. Wings snap back behind her as she bends suddenly, reaching to try and grab the now overstepped the lines mech. "Excuse me?" voice calm, cool, collected and finely controlled.

Fleet nods his head, that unpleasant smile flickering back into existence and staying there. "Exactly like a turbo-fox shaped Autobot. Complete with enough of the shoulder to show the symbol." He again spares a glare for the back of Frenzy's head but, well, hey. Arachnae is perfectly able to handle himself, as established above.

Frenzy says, "Hey! What are you doing you crazy bit-aiiii yiiii aiiii!" He's picked up and shaked by the Femme.

Well, at least Soundwave has a good seat for an interesting show. He's sure Shrike has spotted him now - he built him, after all - and perhaps some of the others have too. Arachnae picking him up is a concern, however. Not that Arachnae is out of line or anything, but damn it, Soundwave is the only one who is allowed to beat up his kids. If this carries on, he will step in.

Shockwave arrives from the IHQ Central Chamber to the east.

Shockwave has arrived.

Swindle rubs his chin as he watches the situation play out, nodding almost absently at Fleet's reply. "That irritating rodent, eh? I think I'll grant a discount for that." He hasn't noticed Soundwave, finding the floorshow far too interesting. But hey, it may become more interesting still.

Frenzy is currently being hoisted off the ground, shaken by Arachnae. He makes noises as if he's on a roller coaster ride.

Shrike lightly grasps Arachnae's shoulder with his talons, and turns to mutter something into her audio receptor.

Soundwave is standing at the doorway. Noone seems to have acknowledged his presence yet, or there's be less in-fighting and more acting nervous.

Catechism is slogging through annoying, boring paperwork at a computer terminal. Despite this, she looks almost dementedly cheerful.

Fleet hasn't really noticed Soundwave because his attention is being split between a conversation with Swindle and the business with Frenzy. And a discount? Did Swindle just offer him a discount?! Bonus! The seeker's now glad he mentioned who he's putting on display! He nods his head, again grinning. "Actually, this is the second leg from him, but the first one went down with Trypticon, so I had to replace it."

Arachnae hefts Frenzy up and gives him two shakes before holding him to her optic level. She stares at him, optic to optic a moment, wings flicking behind her, "Now listen to me very carefully." Still as if she were carrying on a normal conversation about.. oooh.. sprockets. "I rather like you and your littermates, packmates or whatever you call yourselves. And I will put up with most of your nonsensical banter about explosions, paint bombs and the like. In fact, I have assisted in some of the more entertaining plans you and your brethren have concocted in the past." Wings mantle behind her, "But I *will* not tolerate disrespect. Now.. We have two choices here, little one. You can open your vocoder and say something that you and I both know would be foolish and subsequently become one with a wall for the disrespect. Or you can apologize for overstepping a boundary, we can have a good laugh and your creator won't have to rend me limb from limb after I've torn you apart." Wry smirk.

If Fleet thinks he's getting a bigger discount, he can think again. Still, Swindle grins appreciatively. "That's the sort of thing I like to hear." He opens a compartment in his chest and pulls out a datapad, which he taps on for a moment. "Okay, standard wall-mounted model, simple metallic model, with say, a 15 percent discount due to the annoying nature of the victim." Yes, he dislikes Foxfire /exactly/ that much.

Shrike has disconnected.

Frenzy stares down Arachnae, a conflicted expression on his face, his lips quivering as if he's really debating the choice presented to him by the comely femme. Of course, anybody who's ever been in contact with Frenzy knows that given the option of doing something stupid that will get him hurt or shutting his mouth and not getting a scratch... well. YOU KNOW WHAT HE'LL PICK! His mouth starts to open, persumably above to issue forth a stream of explictives at Arachnae, but then he spots Soundwave out of the corner of his optic, and ADD kicks in. Frenzy wriggles out of Arachnae's grasp and trots over to Soundwave, "Yo!" he says, raising a hand in greeting.

Rend Arachnae limb from limb? That sounds a little over the top. Sure, maybe a nice old cranial-disruption, something like that which would create hours of fun. But rending? Limb from limb? Ugh, too messy. The Tape Commander decides that either way, Arachnae has accepted her fate for something that Frenzy really would deserve. Whoever he was looking for isn't here, so he will move on. Soundwave turns and leaves, making no blatant announcement that he was there.

Frenzy stands in front of dear old dad, one hand on his hip, the other hand now mimicking a human wiping sweat of his brow, "Whew! Femmes huh... they just can't keep their hands off 'ol Frenzy, huh Soundwave?" He dusts off his shoulder. Shake the haters off Frenzy, shake 'em off.

"Frenzy." Soundwave intones in his usual monotonous voice as he leaves. "I will schedule an appointment for further adjustments to your self-preservation circuitry."

Catechism didn't notice Soundwave because a) she's not terribly observant and b) forms! Forms have eaten her brain! If someone says, "hello," to her, she's going to reply, 'Please check sub-section 6-Z and refer to addendum X-7 triple I B.' Evil, evil forms.

Soundwave has disconnected.

So Foxfire is 15% annoying? Cool! That's pretty annoying. "All right," Fleet replies, turning back to his terminal. Hey, he can authorize the credits transfer while he's sitting here. "Same deal as last time?" he asks Swindle.

Frenzy scratches his helmet, "Hey! There's nothing wrong with the size of my self... self-prezzawation circuitry!"

Arachnae snorts, dusting her hands off as Frenzy's short... attention span kicks in. "Annoying..."

Swindle looks blankly at Fleet for a moment, now that the show appears to be over, "You want it delivered to medical?" Yeah, he's a mite distracted.

Shockwave has reconnected.

Frenzy looks around, very confused, why did he come in here, anyways? Maybe he should go yell at Fleet some more.

Fleet chuckles softly. "Well, except for that part," Fleet smiles, glancing up at the Combaticon as he does. "My quarters would be more appropriate in this case, I think." And yes, his player knows that that pose, as was, was board 23 fodder. Gofer it.

Swindle nods, grinning. "I'll have it there before you know it."

Arachnae gives a twitch of her wings, and turns to leave the barracks in silence. What she was looking for isn't in here.. And now she's mildly irritated.

Frenzy grins at Arachnae as he passes, giving her the old pistol-hand gesture, "Later babe!"

Arachnae pauses midstep, half turns to peer over a shoulder, "My name is Arachnae, Frenzy. Not babe, not toots or anything else your demented little frag fogged excuse of a synaptic core can come up with." Wings span out and electrify.

Fleet shakes his head as he glances out at Frenzy again from the corner of his optic field. He sighs, and authorizes the funds transfer for the display case. Then he glances up. "Done, and thanks."

Catechism takes a step away from her terminal, turns around, and glances over at the crowd, shuffling on her feet. She looks a tad embarrassed, static-coughs, and inquires, "I'm a little stuck with this one form... anyone mind taking a look and see if you can make any more sense of it?"

Pretty electricity again. "Geez! Whatever you say to-" he stops himself sort, wait, what was it she told him to call her again? You can almost see the lightbulb come on above his head when he says, "Arachnae!" He smiles, apparently proud of his ability to remember her name. Then ADD kicks in and he charges over to Catechism, "Gimmie that," he demands with an open hand.

Frenzy stares at Catechism expectantly, but finds he cannot look directly into her cone. .oO(Man, her cone freaks me out...) he thinks to himself.

Swindle nods in satisfaction before glancing down at the seeker, mildly curous. "How's that upgrade working out for you, anyway? You seemed pretty satisfied with it last time we spoke."

Shockwave has partially disconnected.

Catechism looks down at Frenzy a bit doubtfully. For some reason, the tape does not exude great skills in navigating bureaucracy. Still, she taps the screen of the terminal with a finger and explains, "It's up here."

Fleet is about to take a look at Catechism's forms, but then Frenzy decides to... help her, leaving Fleet to decide to stay well out of the situation. He'll help when the tape is done messing things up, or whatever. So instead he turns his attention back to Swindle. "Well, I've only had the chance to field test it once, but it's held up pretty well in the training room," he replies.

Shockwave has reconnected.

"Hmpf," says Frenzy, looking all the way up at the terminal that's made for a normal-sized Decepticon. Damn paperless office! He looks left, then right, just to make sure nobody's watching, then states proudly, "I need a boost."

Shockwave vanishes out of reality.

Shockwave has left.

Swindle folds his arms again, watching Frenzy with an expression of mild amusement. "Glad to hear it", he replies. "Always pleased to have another satisfied customer." Amazingly, this is the truth. It makes it easier to sell them more things later on.

Against better judgement and all pretences of sanity, Catechisms saves what she was working on, calls up a fresh copy, and then moves to pick up Frenzy. The forms must have driven her quite mad, because even she usually isn't this foolhardy.

Arachnae shakes her head and walks out.

Which is, of course, why Fleet's buying something else from Swindle now! And at a discount! Swindle's now earned Fleet's customer loyalty, the same as he did with Catechism by throwing the bucket in with her upgrade package. He nods his head once, makes a point of not watching Frenzy when he gets boosted up, but then he tilts his head to the observe the situation. "Yes," he answers Swindle. "And again, thanks."

Arachnae moves east to the IHQ Central Chamber.

Arachnae has left.

Swindle says, "My pleasure, I assure you." Comes the honest reply. Attention on Catechism and Frenzy now, he indicates the seeker femme with his hand, "And Catechism, how does she find her upgrade and... accessory. I'd ask her but she seems rather busy right now.""

Frenzy is lifted up and stares at the screen for like, a good minutes or so, then shakes his head, "Nope. I got nothin'." He hops out of Catechism, "...I couldn't really concentrate, I looked at those forms but all I could think about was your giant slaggin' co-" he cuts himself off again, perhaps realizing a moment too late that he may be shot for this comment, "Um..." he looks panicked for a second.

Fleet shrugs a shoulder. "She hasn't mentioned anything about it to me," he replies, and then glances over at Catechism and Frenzy. Now, in Fleet's experience, Catechism has never been particularly sensitive about the cone or anything, but Frenzy being so... shifty about things certainly adds an amusing dimension to the situation.

Catechism glances back down at Frenzy, looking baffled and vaguely insulted. Very slowly, she asks, "My giant slagging what?" And, ooh, Soundwave's gone, and so is Arachnae. It's just Fleet and Swindle, no officers to make trouble over infighting...

Swindle glances back to Fleet, mildly surprised. "Ah, fair enough then, I thought she might have." He leans back against the wall beside the console Fleet is sitting at, optics fixed on the continued events.

Frenzy looks left, then right, "Co..." what was that term toots was using earlier? Oh right! "Co... Cortex!" he says triumphantly, "Yeah, I get intimidated by smart femmes, it makes me feel small." Hah, little pun.

Swindle has reconnected.

Catechism's optics cycle a blink. Off and on, the red lights go. They do it again. On the grave of Megatron, 'smart' was about the last thing she expected to be called. So she laughs a little self consciously and says, "Um. Er. Right." Situation diffused, Catechism glances over at Swindle and Fleet, mostly Fleet. "You guys got any idea here?"

Frenzy wins again. He turns and starts to walk out of the barracks, but not before bidding everyone a fond farewell: "Sniff you losers later!"

Swindle shrugs one shoulder lightly, "What form is it?" He asks, but makes no move to actually go over and investigate it for himself. "If it's related to inventory or requisitions I may be able to help."

To his credit, Fleet does not laugh. It's difficult, but amazingly, he manages only a slight smile which quickly transforms into a more polite version. He shrugs and after Frenzy and also looks over at the form, waiting to hear the answer to Swindle's question. It'll help him in figuring out what it is she's confused about, anyway.

Catechism glares at the way that the cassette went. What a little weirdo! Then, collecting herself, she answers Swindle, "Oh, it's a medical appointment request form... one of many. I think this one's about waiving my right to protest experimentation, but a different form says that is implied, so I'm not sure if this one is actually necessary."

Fleet hmmms softly. The thing is, when /he/ needs an upgrade, he usually either just bribes Scrapper or sweet-talks Arachnae, so he gets to bypass the forms a lot. "I THINK it's already implied. I mean, really, going into medical is implying consent to being experimented on." And this is something Fleet, who's been used as a test subject a LOT, actually does know about. "I wouldn't worry about it," he proclaims.

Frenzy vanishes out of reality.

Frenzy has left.

Swindle nods his agreement with Fleet. "Yeah, you actaully fill that thing out and I think that'd make a sum total of one person who's ever done so." Swindle has his own methods himself.

Catechism has decided that Scrapper is a shoddy surgeon and wouldn't want to visit him, even if she had something with which to bribe him, and she's not on good enough terms with an MSEers to get special treatment. She hrms uncertainly and notes, "From H5 calls for that form I told you about to be filled out and filed, but I'm not sure that H5 is essential, either. It's all rather a mess."

Swindle has partially disconnected.

Swindle waves a hand vacantly. "I rather think it's supposed to be, to deter people from taking up MSE's valuable time. The only problem with the system is that most people don't bother with it, including MSE."

Fleet leans back in his chair, nodding once to agree with Swindle. "H5 isn't that essential, either. Did you fill out G7? As long as you filled that one out, you should be okay. In fact, I'd say that one's more than enough."

Catechism nods. "Yeah, I got that one a while ago. Are you sure I don't need all these others?" She gestures at the screen, disbelieving slightly. Why would they create so many forms if they weren't needed?

Fleet looks over Catechism's shoulder as she gestures to the screen. "Uhm. Yeah. Well, maybe that one," he points to another one that's not the form in question, H5, or G7, "But it looks like you already got that." With that he pushes himself up out of his chair. "Really, I think they only create those things so they can give someone punishment duty by making them process them. But anyway, I think I'm going to go in for a bit of shutdown for awhile. See you two around," he nods to the both of them before heading into his quarters (which ARE here, despite the fact that he never created an object for them).

Swindle says, "Ahh, the wonders of bureaucracy, how myriad its intricacies, how veiled its meaning." Swindle grins, smirking as he waxes lyrical, with a mildly sardonic tone "Such things are never outmoded or removed, merely amended and referenced, building up into something far more than the sum of its parts. It quite takes on a life of its own."