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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2017 19:08:49 GMT
Characters: Knock Out, @lightspeed Location: Engineering/Science Bay Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Curious Knock Out takes the urge to snoop in Lightspeed's lab.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2017 19:18:24 GMT
Light footfalls drew closer to the door, before Knock Out rapped his claws at it. He had a playful sort of smirk on his face, his optics half-lidding. While waiting, he hummed at a human song that had gotten stuck in his processor from all the music he had been playing in the med-bay as of late. "I'll tell you once more before hmm-hmmhmm-hm-hm..." He hummed casually. Perhaps they didn't hear him? He rapped his knuckles a little harder, pursing his mouthplates like a thin line of lips. "Anybody home?" Now that was a curious question indeed. A curious question he hoped ended up answered soon. In the meantime, he had taken to tapping on the doorway itself rather than the door, tapping out the music in his head. It felt strange to him to have something of human "culture" stuck in his processor. It had been a welcome change from the Empyrean Suite, fourth movement, of course. But still it was a pain. He longed for the old Cybertronian popular music of his generation. Like the Plasma Storm Band. Whatever happened to those gu--oh right, they got bombed with Praxus.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 23:22:34 GMT
At first the noise at the door had led Lightspeed to presume someone had just been passing by and gave up, but then soft tunes lingered, and another knock at the door followed by, 'Anybody home?', and she sighed in defeat. It looked like yet another con was venturing to her workspace, which of course wasn't nearly organized enough, but by now it had been cleaned and polished up. She slid off of her stool, strolling over to the door and placing her servo against the access pad. Now who could this be, she wondered, as the doors slid open. They revealed none other than the mech she recognized as Knockout, with the fancy detailed cherry red finish and the flashy attitude to match.
She tilted her helm in confusion, why would a medic have come over to her domain? Shrugging to herself, she offered a pleasant smile and shifted her weight to her left pede. "Well, hello. Sorry I didn't come to the door sooner, I'm not used to so many visitors. You're Knockout, right? The doctor? Pleasure to meet you, come in," She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.
"I'm Lightspeed, by the way."
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