Luncheon in the Peanut Gallery

[Rattrap]

OOC: Space Week One Day Five. Some room that isn't being used by Mil-Sec. All members of Comm-Intel are ordered to attend and you can be already here if you want to pose it that way, but if you'd like to claim your character is on watch, Rattrap will just have to make a personal visit later. If you aren't a member of Comm-Intel and want to attend, please ask first. EDIT TO ADD: I have to know if you don't want your character present; message me to notify me.

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Rattrap has made it a point to seat himself where he is clearly visible and high enough to be on equal footing, so to speak, with the tall louts in his division. He can also get back to the deck relatively easily. He has a vid-screen ready to go and his perch is just to one side of it so that once it's going, he shouldn't get pegged in the back of the head with a sack of popcorn. In front of him, arranged for easy viewing of the vid-screen, are enough chairs and a couple of desks to accommodate the entire passel under his command. They won't be particularly comfortable, but they'll all have enough room to sit. That does it for the furnishings.

Even a Dinobot could tell he's unhappy, right leg crossed over his left, elbow propped on his right knee and chin on his fist. His expression is more sour than usual. He just hopes Kup and Xaaron are having as much fun with this escapade as he is.

[LongCat]

Lookie Rattrap! You can has an arrival!

"Heya boss!" LongCat calls as he literally bounces into the room. He's carrying a scrap of furry fabric that looks... more than a little like a very large rat... type... thing... Complete with black nose and long tail, even. It just happens to be bright, neon pink, instead of sewer brown. "Mah associates has informed me that we has a meetin'! Am I late? Everything okay? Hope I'm not late! That would suck. Do not want!" he jabbers as he pads to the front and flops down with a clatter and very smug kitty grin.

[Slider]

Slider arrives next. The spotter takes a moment to listen to LongCat ramble on and makes the decision to keep a good distance from the robo-kitty. Even without the babbling Slider would have kept his distance since most cybertronian animals from his reality were dangerous.

With a short, silent wave to his commander, Slider takes a seat towards the middle of the room.

[Wheelie (ROTF)]

A certain tiny bot is already present, sitting in one of the chairs with his legs folded up beneath him and his arms crossed. A permanent and wretched snarl is etched on his face, fingers tapping as he waits for this show to start, pausing only to throw a glare at anyone who might shoo him from his perch.

[Rev]

Rev is next through the door, meetings…bleh, she hated meetings, not as much as pot holes but still up there. Meeting were either A: boring, B: full of people or usually C: All of the above. It didn’t help either that her legs had only been sawn completely off above the knees just five days earlier. She was lucky the actual damage had been minimal, merely severing the big power conduits and the like, stuff that only needed to be joined and fixed back together. Being bed ridden for only three days had seemed like eternity for one built to move. Yeah so here she was rolling around, nearly as good as new, not even psychological scarring to show for the big battle, it was just one more wreck to add to her history. And she was still no less shy. She picked a seat to one far side and almost immediately began to fidget.

[Rattrap]

Rattrap eyes the sparsely-populated room, sour expression growing more and more disgruntled as the seconds tick by and only in part because of LongCat's nauseatingly effusive greeting – that gets its own stifled groan and the entirely affected gesture of rubbing his temple with two fingers, as if to ward off a headache. Somehow, he expected a low turnout in spite of orders.

"I think we'll wait just a little bit longer fer the stragglers," he says in entirely too droll a tone. "I'd hate ta get the ball rollin' on this thing too soon. Feel free t' radio yer study buddy of choice if you figure they oughtta pick up the pace," he tells those already assembled.

[Holi]

Holi's coming, honest. He hurried even! He didn't want to skip out on the end of his watch, but it was timed rather nicely with the meeting schedule, so he took off the instant his relief arrived. Now he comes barrelling into the meeting room, grabbing at the doorjamb to halt his skidding stop before he can slide right on past.

"I'm sorry, sir!" he says much louder than he meant to. "I'm not late, am I?"

[Skid-Z]

Skid-Z has been here from point 0, but he has kept himself quiet. There's not a sour look on his face to be seen. Just a bit firmer one than usual.

He's conveniently at the back of the room, making silent headcounts. He could get robo-tylenol for the boss's headache, post at the door so no-one gets in who shouldn't be, dim the lights for that 'wonderful' movie they're having today. All by being there, at the back of the room.

[LongCat]

"So, how many we still missin', boss?" LC asks as he bats his neon pink "mousie" fbetween his front paws. "Cause, I can totally go find 'em for ya!"

"I'll be all, like, 'Yo! We gots meeting!' and go drag them back here and stuff! Or maybe we can di a ship-wide announcement! I could totally do that for you, boss! And then I'll go hunts 'em all down and drag 'em back here and, yeah! Meetin' time! Cause, it's kinda hard to have a meetin' until everyone's here, right? So once everyone's here, we can have a meetin', so, like, I can totally take care of that for you, boss! We can has meetin's, and someone set us up da BOMB!"

[Spy Shot 6/Cameron Otto]

Spy Shot jogs into the room and immediately seeks out a seat in the light to curl up on as a camera. He's late because he can't seem to locate his transport and hasn't quite adjusted to judging travel times by his normal foot speed again.

[Jazz [G1]]

Jazz strolls in, leisurely as can be, humming to himself. Putting the 'fashionable' in fashionably late is clearly one of his many skills.

He moves near the middle of the room, and takes a seat next to Slider. "Hey man, haven't seen you since you showed up. How you gettin' along here?"

[Wheelie (ROTF)]

Rattrap's frustration just gets a snort and a snicker out of Wheelie. Schadenfreude, it's oh so delicious! Though he is getting a bit tired of just sitting here and waiting for the show to get on the road and Longcat ain't helping either. He casts an annoyed look at the feline before rolling his optics, grumbling something, the only audible part '...ya crazy'. Stupid Junkions.

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OOC: Skipping Slider due to time out.

[Slider]

The Slider in front of Jazz looks like a whole new bot. Instead of confused and singed he looks a little more at ease with the weirdness (well except for LongCat) and his new armor sections gleam with a fresh coat of paint and a wax. In all Slider Looks and feels better than he has in a long time, but he still has a sheepish cringe when he's addressed once more by this incarnation of his hero.

"I'm doing alright. I got to meet Perceptor and he seems alright. I kind of wish I'd known him back home..."

He pauses a moment, looking around for a minute to make sure no one is eavesdropping before leaning in close to Jazz, "Say... Do you know why we're here?"

OOC: Sorry, didn't think it was my turn before.

[Rev]

Rev looked around the room and did a brief headcount to se if she could work out who was yet to come. She couldn’t, she barely recognises half the faces present as it it, she should really do something about that…yeah…

[Rattrap]

Making sure the intel crew recognise each other is about a third of the reason for dragging them all in here at the same time. Or most of them, anyway, amends Rattrap. He just waves Holi to a seat, doesn't even bother answering Longcat's ramble, and waits until the door slides shut before he says anything else.

"Good enough, I guess," he mutters, optics narrow. He'll be tracking down some folks on his own later. "Okay. If you kooks can rein it in long enough to pay attention, we'll get started." He pauses briefly, leaning back and crossing his arms, to take in reactions before he says more. "Some of you were on Gillanan like me when we got that, eh… informative piece from the local emergency broadcast network. Some of ya weren't, so here's to yer continuin' education."

On the screen behind him, the newsreel footage of Unicron's siege on Gillanan IV begins to play at full volume. Rattrap picks idly at his fingers while it runs, seemingly paying no mind to his division and whether or not they're paying attention like they ought. He can see all of them even peering at them from under his brow ridge, and he will notice if they blow it off.

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OOC: We're sticking to regular rotation here, but if you feel it makes sense for your character to go quiet, skippable is always an option. That isn't an excuse to go skippable and never post again.