Who: Megs, Lara Croft, Tailgate, and others! When: Post Explosion (Feb 15) Where: Multiple Moira Locations! What: Tailgate and Riptide suffer the consequences of their utter buffoonery Warnings: N/A?
[With their energon stores lower than they've ever been, Megatron has been spare in the use of even his holomatter form. It was far from a comfortable existence being barely able to squeeze through the hallways, but with no assurance that they'd be able to find more fuel in the future, it'd be best if he was frugal.]
[He unfolds out of his tank mode on the deck, squatting on one knee and practically crouched on all fours. He feels back armor brush the ceiling as he confronts the door where he suspects Tailgate is hiding. In one hand was a small rectangular container of fuel. Almost juicebox-shaped, one could say. Substitutes were far from ideal in taste, but they did the job.]
Are you going to come out?
[Nevermind that it's been far more than an hour like the little Autobot had promised. Tailgate would get thirsty enough to leave, eventually.]
[There's a loooong pause before the door opens and Tailgate peers out of the laundry room. To be quite honest Tailgate hadn't expected Megatron himself to come. Megatron's presence is somewhat diminished by how deep he has to squat to fit in the room. Tailgate is a good person. He doesn't laugh.
[ Lara peers curiously around Tailgate, not quite able to slip past. Which was probably for the best considering what she was expecting. What she saw was...
This is a bit less menacing than you were making it out to be.
[The juicebox is meekly taken and Tailgate eagerly stabs the straw into the hole. this takes several attempts as he has not quite mastered the technique. Now that he has his juicebox, he finds that Megatron's vague threat doesn't bother him too much. Life is good now.]
[ Lara draws herself up, head titled up. She is not a particularly imposing person to begin with, even less so compared to Megatron, but that doesn't seem a very good reason to not. ]
As one of the crewmembers who would have been affected if they did manage to blow a hole through the ship, I would say it is very much my concern.
[He would draw up in kind would it not result in his head being punched into the next floor. Looking ridiculously crouched over like this wasn't helping him at all. And it felt incredibly uncomfortable.]
Don't be ridiculous. Tailgate needs firm guidance, not whatever soft wrist slap this ship has on its roster.
[He has about 0% confidence in the ability of the punitive system here to teach a Cybertronian anything, so clearly it falls on him and Magnus to take care of their own.]
That doesn't exactly inspire a great deal of confidence.
[ Is what she says to Tailgate. If anything it has her stepping forward, angling herself between Megatron and Tailgate and crossing her arms. To Megatron: ]
If you take exception to the punishments chosen by the crew, you could petition the captains for a more fitting one, but it still remains, his actions affected the ship and could have easily effected the entire crew.
[ All right, he has her there. She perhaps does not need to actively pick a fight with the 6 and some odd meter robot alien, which does not actually stop her from lifting her chin and saying as prim as you please: ]
He was helping me with laundry. Considering he was concerned for his safety I thought it was a fair trade.
[ She glances down at her own MID, a little surprised, then back up at Tailgate. ] Video game counsels are just circuits and boards, nothing that would explode like that.
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2/18 - Nomo Deck (For Lara & Tailgate)
[He unfolds out of his tank mode on the deck, squatting on one knee and practically crouched on all fours. He feels back armor brush the ceiling as he confronts the door where he suspects Tailgate is hiding. In one hand was a small rectangular container of fuel. Almost juicebox-shaped, one could say. Substitutes were far from ideal in taste, but they did the job.]
Are you going to come out?
[Nevermind that it's been far more than an hour like the little Autobot had promised. Tailgate would get thirsty enough to leave, eventually.]
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Besides, he was holding something very valuable.]
You're going to yell at me.
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This is a bit less menacing than you were making it out to be.
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Don't hide behind this human, Tailgate. Face your mistake with a little dignity.
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[Suddenly embarrassed, he quickly exits the room and tries to look as dignified and prideful as possible.]
Lara, this is Megatron. I told you about him, remember?
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Rather vividly, yes. [ She nods slightly to Megatron, still hanging back a little in the laundry room doorway. ] Hello.
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Lara, is it? I'm sure you've noticed the new hole in the wall of the deck.
[He glances at Riptide's room down the hall.]
Tailgate will be quickly learning to never do such a thing again.
[He gives the Autobot a firm look, expecting him to add something in to apologize for inconveniencing everyone on the deck.]
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It was an accident! I swear!
...It won't hurt, will it?
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I agree that they should be held responsible, but is that your call to make.
[ Less of a question, more of a challenge. ]
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[It takes him a moment to notice Lara stepping out with him. What did she think she was doing?]
This is none of your concern.
[His tone is dismissive. How Tailgate was being disciplined was really none of her business.]
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As one of the crewmembers who would have been affected if they did manage to blow a hole through the ship, I would say it is very much my concern.
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Don't be ridiculous. Tailgate needs firm guidance, not whatever soft wrist slap this ship has on its roster.
[He has about 0% confidence in the ability of the punitive system here to teach a Cybertronian anything, so clearly it falls on him and Magnus to take care of their own.]
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It's okay Lara! If he actually does hurt me, I'm pretty sure Ultra Magnus would punch him.
So it's fine!
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[ Is what she says to Tailgate. If anything it has her stepping forward, angling herself between Megatron and Tailgate and crossing her arms. To Megatron: ]
If you take exception to the punishments chosen by the crew, you could petition the captains for a more fitting one, but it still remains, his actions affected the ship and could have easily effected the entire crew.
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[He settles against the rear wall.]
I am Tailgate's superior back on our ship, I know how to handle both him and Riptide. Your involvement is not needed.
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He was helping me with laundry. Considering he was concerned for his safety I thought it was a fair trade.
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Your concern is noted, but Tailgate tends to overreact to things on occasion. It's best to take what he says keeping that in mind.
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[Tailgate remarks as he finishes drinking his energon.]
It's okay Lara! I don't think he's going to hurt me. I ran off because I didn't want to get yelled at.
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I'm noticing.
And you still never told me what exactly you did to cause such an explosion.
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Something utterly ridiculous, I surmise.
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We were trying to build a video game console.
It went badly.
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All right, that is a bit ridiculous. How on Earth did you get something like that to blow up?
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[Don't tell him he's the only one who actually found those.]
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But we wanted to make our own.
As for why it blew up, well...
I'm not entirely sure.
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[ She glances down at her own MID, a little surprised, then back up at Tailgate. ] Video game counsels are just circuits and boards, nothing that would explode like that.
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[One could argue all Cybertronians did, but that was a far more depressing comment.]