Soundwave was tired when he got up in the morning, even though he had managed to have a decent defragmentation cycle. He and Ziggy and Mick had hit the Zone pretty hard; they'd been making music all night, and a number of other people had joined in, including Glit, and then Rosanna, of all people, had turned up. He always felt energised after a jam like that, but his frame knew it had been hard work.
He managed to get up without waking Ravage, even though Ravage had been sprawled half on top of him. Ravage had been dancing most of the night, and was going to be sore. They were over four million years old, after all.
There was glitter all over the recharge slab again. At least this time, nobody had been firing the glitter cannon at anyone specific. He decided that visiting the washracks would be the better part of valour and got it all off, though he knew there was a good chance he'd missed some. There was always that one spot just under his shoulder cannon where he tended to miss things like glitter and claw marks because it was hard to see even with multiple mirrors. (He didn't miss the Nemesis, but he sure missed nobody caring about that.)
There were no signs of life whatsoever in the refectory. Normally that would've been surprising, but almost everyone on staff had made their way to the party after Ravage had commed them all, once to let them know that he was playing, and a second time to let them know that Rosanna and Glit were singing. He really hoped that someone had stayed behind on guard duty; they relied too much on the anti-violence field as it was.
Anyhow, he needed a morning cube and at least a gallon of coolant, so he sat himself down in the kitchen, made himself a fizz, and tossed in a handful of mica chips, then checked his morning agenda...
He managed to get up without waking Ravage, even though Ravage had been sprawled half on top of him. Ravage had been dancing most of the night, and was going to be sore. They were over four million years old, after all.
There was glitter all over the recharge slab again. At least this time, nobody had been firing the glitter cannon at anyone specific. He decided that visiting the washracks would be the better part of valour and got it all off, though he knew there was a good chance he'd missed some. There was always that one spot just under his shoulder cannon where he tended to miss things like glitter and claw marks because it was hard to see even with multiple mirrors. (He didn't miss the Nemesis, but he sure missed nobody caring about that.)
There were no signs of life whatsoever in the refectory. Normally that would've been surprising, but almost everyone on staff had made their way to the party after Ravage had commed them all, once to let them know that he was playing, and a second time to let them know that Rosanna and Glit were singing. He really hoped that someone had stayed behind on guard duty; they relied too much on the anti-violence field as it was.
Anyhow, he needed a morning cube and at least a gallon of coolant, so he sat himself down in the kitchen, made himself a fizz, and tossed in a handful of mica chips, then checked his morning agenda...
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