IC INBOX

[shouldergun]

BREAKDOWN ⚒ IC INBOX
A U D I O • V I D E O • T E X T • A C T I O N— username: $DGOT441 | proxy hotel, room 301 chez cybertron warehouse —

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voice; $cosmedic

[redcosmedic]

[ Knock Out's voice is conversational given the fact that he's also holding another exchange simultaneously. ]

Breakdown, if you would be so kind as to go on a bit of a scavenger hunt for me? Currently missing: one Cybertronian wing, white and red, structural integrity likely questionable. Start from this location ping and work outward until you find the energon trail, please.

[shouldergun]

[ Breakdown's tone is pleasant enough, but there's an undercurrent of strain and frustration. ]

I hope it's not a life or death situation, Doc, because I'm kind of... stuck in traffic.

[ His words are followed by the sounds of an engine revving up. Guess who's glitched in alt mode, in the middle of the street, unable to move forward? What gives, Svelte? ]

[redcosmedic]

[ Knock Out, who has already been glitch stuck in alt more than once, just loudly sighs in exasperation, knowing that Breakdown will understand the sound made at the simulation, not at him. ]

Must this simulation be so obnoxiously intrusive?

He's not exactly clinging to a wing and a prayer at the moment, but I still need it sooner rather than later. I'll message Chop Shop and see if he can spare a component or two until you're less car-booted.

[shouldergun]

[ Breakdown gets it; the feeling is mutual, after all. So there's more frustrated revving and rattling, followed after a while by a loud sound of... well, chaos. He's transformed back into root mode right in the middle of the street, hitting and toppling other vehicles in his immediate surroundings. Oops.

He grunts, but: ] On my way, Doc.

[redcosmedic]

[ Knock Out — perhaps inappropriately — laughs at the nearby pedestrians' misfortune. ]

See you soon.