Thrill Ride

[skidaddle]

Who: Skids and YOU - Open
What: A Zombie March. Skids has to get from point A to point B without seeing anyone. Since he's under the influence of Black Energon, if he DOES see someone--he will chase and try to drink your energon/blood. Otherwise, he's just normal Skids driving across the Haven.
When: Now!
Where: Between Nexus's temple and Perceptor's Lab
Notes/Warnings:
Actionspam is welcome, and most tags will be short and sweet~ You can opt in to actually having your blood/energon sampled if you would like, or we can just have a merry chase. Skids is super-aware of what's going on (since he thought he just got OVER being a zombie) so he will probably be apologizing profusely as we go.



Skids was utterly over this.

He was over having mandibles, he was over being hungry, and he was over the fact that it seemed to happen to him enough to be considered 'frequently.' Just when his life seemed to be looking up, it changed again. One moment he was best friends with a god and getting an extra alt-mode to drive down a concrete roller-coaster, the next moment he was back to locking himself in his room.

Clearly, if this was some ancient, unborn Cybertron, then he was the patron saint of the undead.

As all saints inevitably had to perform some hurculean task in order to acheive their sainthood, he was now heading towards Perceptor's lab and traversing the several dozen miles of potentially dangerous terrain. It wasn't that it was particularly dangerous to him, besides the occassional loose rock nicking him in the undersides. It was more that it was dangerous to anyone he happened to see, who might be wandering about innocently, unaware that there was a Skids on the loose.

Again.

Only time would tell, however. With luck, he'd make it to Perceptor's in one piece, and the scientist would have a cure.

Otherwise, it was a long few miles BACK to locking himself in his room again.

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Comments

[young_upstart]

[And here Hot Rod was thinking that things couldn't possibly get any worse. First a sick automaton, then Ironhide saying he couldn't transform, and any number of other cases cropping up just as well.

If there was anything to be thankful for, it was that he hadn't seemed to become infected by anything himself, so far as he was aware. No strange energon for him!

Not that it made him any less worried about anyone else, and so figuring that he'd do what he could, Hot Rod was off driving about the Haven to see if maybe he could find any of these strange energon veins himself.]

AFTER ALL THE SHENANIGANS...

[sciencetank]

He hadn't touched the white crystals. After all, who knew what sort of contamination they'd bring out. They were the only ones he hadn't tested yet, and Skids seemed amenable to being a subject. Besides, some regular energon waited as well.

Just in case.

Primus, he really hated these moments.

For the time being, he waited in the hall, ready to duck back inside his lab at a moment's notice. The regular energon sat at his feet, while the white sample remained in a containment unit. The plan being, when he saw the afflicted bot approach, to pop the lid open, and duck back into the lab.

Behind the security door.

But for now, he could only wait.

And hope this worked.

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME

[fun_police]

[Skids would get the pleasure of seeing a familiar black and white Cybertronian patrol car grinding through the landscape towards Liege's temple.

It wasn't often Prowl ventured this far out, but his initiate status made the draw of the snowy peaks stronger. Physically alluring. It wasn't ideal, but it was manageable if he organized his schedule a little

No matter. He'd just make use of the labyrinthine walls a little more often. He'd covered his tracks and kept low enough that it should make little difference.

He thought nothing of being spotted by Skids as he approached the other Autobot, intending to bypass him all together and keep going.]