http://hailmegatron.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hailmegatron.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-08-09 01:04 pm

DAY 43: CAFETERIA, MORNING

Where was Blitzwing?

Lugnut ignored the nurse's fussing over his foot, even as it howled objections to his ill treatment of it the night before, pounding through the town in search of his wingmate, reportedly helpless and injured by an attack the night before-- and not finding him, not seeing even a glimpse of his crazy triple-changing ally.

Snarling at the nurse, but restraining himself from shows of violence-- Blitzwing would mock him if he showed up drugged already, and he would be useless to Megatron like that--he made his way impatiently to the cafeteria, stopping for just long enough to post an urgent notice on the board.

Where was he?

Looming in the middle of the cafeteria, he took the tray the nurse handed him (filled with disgusting human fuel, didn't she know he didn't have time to eat, not when his wingmate was missing?) and ignored it, watching for Blitzwing, where was he?

He refused to think about what might have happened to a wheelchair-bound, drugged, incapacitated warrior, with the swarms of monsters flooding around him, clawing and biting...

[for Scourge]

[identity profile] loyal-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-08-11 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I managed before. I don't know why I can't this time." He just needed to keep occupied. That was what had helped before. "He asked me and Trevelyan to keep running the courier service." Maybe that would keep his mind focused.

[identity profile] reanalyze.livejournal.com 2009-08-11 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps the circumstances," Citan offered, understanding in a way. He supposed there had been a time when he was completely hardened. Hadn't he sworn he would kill his own wife if he suspected her of treachery? And hadn't he known he would do so without a regret?

Well, those days were over. His mission to the surface had taken care of that. He was, as they say, a 'changed man'. At least he was rather certain he'd changed for the better.

"Ah, good. If you're in need of my services, I'd be happy to offer them."

[identity profile] loyal-soldier.livejournal.com 2009-08-12 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess..." This wasn't the Death Star. Or Ralltiir. or Malastare. He wasn't surrounded by the comfort of familiar things. Familiar routine.

"I'm not going to be in charge. Trevelyan will be. You'd have to ask him." He didn't feel like he could finish his food. He pushed it aside.

[identity profile] reanalyze.livejournal.com 2009-08-12 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The other man would figure himself out in time, Citan decided. He wasn't certain what else he could say. Share memories of their fallen friend? No, it was too soon. There would be time for that later, on another day.

"Ah, I'll see if I can track him down sometime today then." He frowned some when the other man pushed away his food, wondering if now TK was going to pine. No, he was probably reading too much into it. Who would want to eat after watching their friend die?

"If you'd like to talk about what happened last night," he offered, "I have been told I'm a very good listener."