accidental video; early morning 4/17

[redshitlord]

[At some point in the early morning hours, your sleep is probably going to be assaulted with the sound of someone... singing? Also dancing, should you venture out of your room.]

[It's not a great dance. But it's a dance, all right. And probably wouldn't be that intrusive, if he weren't accidentally recording, and also weren't... you know...]

[Singing along. Loudly.]

[He's not a bad singer, somehow, but still. No one wants to hear a song like this before the proverbial sun comes up.]

[Sideswipe is oblivious, his giant robot headphones jammed onto his head, MP3 player in hand. Grooving to his spark's content in the hallway outside his room.]

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[knaval]

[you know how there's a hole in the wall? sideswipe just got stumpy pitched at him through said hole.]

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[redshitlord]

[Good aim, buddy.]

[Because that singing cuts off with a resounding CLANG. Followed by a thud. And a very indignant:]

Hey!

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[knaval]

WHY ARE YOU EVEN AWAKE?!

[riptide yells, probably waking other people up.]

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[redshitlord]

BECAUSE I COULDN'T SLEEP! RODIMUS SNORES!

[Probably not true, but hey, he's got to have a better reason why he can't sleep than what he actually has.]

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[knaval]

STOP SHOUTING! Also, turn off your audials!

[LIKE IS IT THAT HARD??]

Friggin snoring...

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[redshitlord]

YOU STOP FIRST!

[He didn't think that hard okay.]

Blame him not me!

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[knaval]

No. He's never woken me up!

[riptide is literally still laying down and half-yelling out the wall. so laze.]

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[redshitlord]

You're yelling loud enough to wake everyone up!

[Sempai get up and yell at him properly.]

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[knaval]

Uuugh!!

[this is the sound of riptide pulling his ass off the berth. he sticks his head out of the hole looking about as tired as he is pissed.]

Better? Aft.

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[needsnoface]

[The only reason BB has a hologram pop up in the room is because the camera feeds outside had picked up the activity and thus he had came to investigate. It was the closes thing to a door knock he could get. Not that it did much good since Sideswipe clearly isn't paying attention.]

Oh dear, that MID transmission is certainly going to somehow come back to haunt you one day.

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[redshitlord]

--huh?

[And he just plain stops short, one foot up in the air, looking around wildly. Did he just hear something? Or what was that?]

[needsnoface]

[Hope you don't mind that your mid is going to beep with a message of 'Look by the door' because BB hasn't exactly moved since he needs that hallway camera and system to do what he's doing right now.]

Ah, so the music was not at noise cancelling levels then.

[redshitlord]

... Whoa.

Uh, hi there?

[Seriously what is this. Why is it talking to him.]

[needsnoface]

Hello! You may wish to check your MID's broadcasting functions, as you are currently sending quite a show to the general population of the ship.


[Do you really want to know Sideswipe? Once you do you will never be rid of him.]

[redshitlord]

...

Oops.

Heh! Guess I should have charged admission, huh?

[Yeah, well, he refuses to be totally embarrassed about this. Whoops.]

[needsnoface]

A schedule would help in that, especially as you have given a free demonstration of your talent for all of the ship to decide if they wish to see more of said talent.


[Don't worry, BB can roll with this.]

[redshitlord]

... Wait, what, really?

[That caught him off-guard.]

VOICE

[squadgoals]

[See Shep sleep.

Sleep, Shep, sleep!

Shep never sleeps. What a rare and beautiful moment!

What a loud and questionably skilled voice!

Shep groans, rolls over, and attempts to punch her own MID to death, only succeeding in raising the volume.

Now wide awake and genuinely irate, she turns the volume back down, activates a reply, and in her best Commander Shepard voice, delivered with strength, capability, and a not-insignificant amount of ire, says:]

Turn it off.

[beat;]

Please.

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[redshitlord]

[If this were a record, it would have screeched just then. Instead, Sideswipe just jerks to a stop, shoulders hunched up, like he's been caught stealing again or something.]

[Slowly looking around -- no one in the hall, so... where...?]

Oh-! Scrap! Sorry!

[squadgoals]

[His immediate apology softens her ire considerably, and she rolls into a sitting position. Screw it, she had to get up soon, anyways.]

It's fine.

Just, please. Careful with the MID, okay? Don't want to wake up someone who isn't going to take as kindly to it, right?

[redshitlord]

Y-yeah... I uh.

Seriously didn't think I hit the button there. My bad! Aaaat least it wasn't a rerun of Bin Battles or something, right?

[squadgoals]

Right.

[Wait what]

What's Bin Battles?

[redshitlord]

Ughhh, man... it's this TV show where people run around buying each others' junk!

And then they strap it to the hoods of innocent Autobots hanging around and make them haul it to their scrapyards! When they're clearly a sportscar model and not a gross tractor thing!

[squadgoals]

[It is too early for this by half]

Hold on. So people buy each other's trash, then they tie it to the front of another... [There's a pause, and the barely-audible sound of Shepard rubbing her eyes.] I'm sorry, I don't think I'm following this.

[redshitlord]

Ooo, right. Right... not everyone's all... up to speed on the Autobot thing. Gotcha.

Hold on.

[And that's when he switches to video feed again, waving cheerfully at her.]

Okay, see, me and other bots? Usually, we're handsome like this. But we also have alt-modes. Different forms. Me? I turn into a rad car.