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thisavrou_log2016-05-21 12:27 pm
decepticonpeacemaker) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-21 12:27 pm
OTA
Who: Soundwave and you!
When: The 21st through the end of May, pretty much.
Where: Around the Moria.
What: "Taking stalk", AKA robo-sulking. Feel free to find him anywhere he might fit in his armored car mode.
Warnings: Ehh none currently, will add as needed.
Given the turns his life had taken lately, Soundwave supposed being stuck on a small ship where he hated his job and almost everyone else around him was par for the course. Years of being Decepticon high command and literally conquering worlds to struggling to stuff tiny packages for organics into mailboxes without mangling them. Or on other days, cleaning up after said organics. All while surrounded by a bunch of Autobots, Megatron, murder happy organics, and Tarn. Who may have single handedly restarted the war if Riptide’s screams the other day were anything to go by. Maybe he should have checked into what happened more thoroughly, but honestly? He was tired. Of a lot of things. And he didn’t need to know the details.
If he hadn’t felt comfortable sleeping in what passed for a room occupied by Autobots before, he certainly wasn’t going to do it now. Instead he kept to his schedule of finding various deserted areas in the ship, transforming into an armored car, and sleeping like that. Some days he was in the cargo bay - now as far away from the Rodpod as physically possible - other days it was the garden, and sometimes it was in the middle of one of the larger empty hallways. Never the observation deck though. The view was nice but the noise was unbearable. Really, the noise throughout the whole ship was starting to grate on Soundwave’s nerves. He was starting to really miss Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, Rumble, and Frenzy’s incessant chatter. Even if their conversation topics were optic roll worthy, they had been something grounding for him to listen to.
Here he was alone.
Well, he did have the odd - what did humans call them? - plush version of Laserbeak that had just shown up in the cargo bay the other night. Though since it didn’t do much apart from sit there, it hardly counted as company. Soundwave had nearly tossed it out one of the airlocks when he first got it, but now it was taking up the driver’s side seat of his alt mode.
No matter. He’d been through worse before. He would just wait. Today he’d wait in the cargo bay, tomorrow in a hallway, the next in the gardens. If the captains wanted to get the organics home within their lifespan, it wouldn’t take that long to get home.
When: The 21st through the end of May, pretty much.
Where: Around the Moria.
What: "Taking stalk", AKA robo-sulking. Feel free to find him anywhere he might fit in his armored car mode.
Warnings: Ehh none currently, will add as needed.
Given the turns his life had taken lately, Soundwave supposed being stuck on a small ship where he hated his job and almost everyone else around him was par for the course. Years of being Decepticon high command and literally conquering worlds to struggling to stuff tiny packages for organics into mailboxes without mangling them. Or on other days, cleaning up after said organics. All while surrounded by a bunch of Autobots, Megatron, murder happy organics, and Tarn. Who may have single handedly restarted the war if Riptide’s screams the other day were anything to go by. Maybe he should have checked into what happened more thoroughly, but honestly? He was tired. Of a lot of things. And he didn’t need to know the details.
If he hadn’t felt comfortable sleeping in what passed for a room occupied by Autobots before, he certainly wasn’t going to do it now. Instead he kept to his schedule of finding various deserted areas in the ship, transforming into an armored car, and sleeping like that. Some days he was in the cargo bay - now as far away from the Rodpod as physically possible - other days it was the garden, and sometimes it was in the middle of one of the larger empty hallways. Never the observation deck though. The view was nice but the noise was unbearable. Really, the noise throughout the whole ship was starting to grate on Soundwave’s nerves. He was starting to really miss Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, Rumble, and Frenzy’s incessant chatter. Even if their conversation topics were optic roll worthy, they had been something grounding for him to listen to.
Here he was alone.
Well, he did have the odd - what did humans call them? - plush version of Laserbeak that had just shown up in the cargo bay the other night. Though since it didn’t do much apart from sit there, it hardly counted as company. Soundwave had nearly tossed it out one of the airlocks when he first got it, but now it was taking up the driver’s side seat of his alt mode.
No matter. He’d been through worse before. He would just wait. Today he’d wait in the cargo bay, tomorrow in a hallway, the next in the gardens. If the captains wanted to get the organics home within their lifespan, it wouldn’t take that long to get home.