An Unexpected Discovery...

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After the incident with the perfume bottle, Perceptor had gone to the washracks he and Chromia shared with Desinex. Thankfully, he had been able to cleanse himself of the scent of the perfume, and was now back on the main floor of the mansion, exploring and cataloging his findings for later. It's a short while into his explorations that he discovers a room marked "No Students". This intrigues the scientist, and within moments, he's heading into the room.

All is not as it seems, however, as Perceptor stops short and STARES at the brown and pink...thing...on the far wall. It seems the first round of prank casualties shall be Perceptor.

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"Like it?" A familiar blue and white flier leans around the doorframe behind Perceptor, a cube of high-grade in his hand and a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He takes his free hand from his hip to gesture at the 'hunting trophy'. "It tried to put up a fight, but I put it down quickly enough."

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Perceptor's optics widen, "Y-you mean...it was once a living creature?!"

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"Oh, it was." Fallstreak strolls over, scanning the thing, and gives it a poke. Then he looks up at the Autobot and nods cheerfully. "I'm pretty sure it's dead now."

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If Perceptor were a human, he'd be very pale by now, "I...I see...Did it present some kind of threat that necessitated ending its life?"

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"Well, it was posing as part of the couch, and when I turned my back on it-" He grins. "Let's just say I think it's suspicious enough. Take my advice and watch your back around the others."

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"Fallstreak! Look what I found!" calls Lumen jovially as he bursts in waving a box in one hand and a camera in the other. "We can get a picture of you and the skin... and then celebrate its capture. Some more."

He pauses then, grinning widely. "Oh. Hi, Perceptor."

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Perceptor can only blink for a few moments, before quietly nodding to Lumen, "G-greetings, Lumen... I... was not aware that the furniture here tends t-to..." A pause while the scientist tries to sort out what he wants to say, "T-that is to say..." Another pause, and a headshake as though he's trying to clear his processor.

Seems someone's gone and left him feeling a bit processor-broken...

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"Oh, sure," Fallstreak says breezily You've always got to be careful in an alien environment. Especially when it comes to where you plant your aft. Right, Lumen?"

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Serious nodding from the old soldier.

"It'll get you in the end," he says solemnly, then offers the open box to Fallstreak. "Taste that!"

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Lumen finds Perceptor quickly. He grins as he watches the red scientist poke around in the closet, then puts a hand to his mouth to try and catch the powder he just drooled. -Mmmph. Okay... operation couch ghost is... go!-

Over his head goes the throw! And then he hunches down a little and creeps up on Perceptor, making a spooky rattling sound as he draws near.

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Chromia raises a brow ridge, before hesitantly accepting the box, "Wh't's th's stuff?"


Perceptor freezes as he hears the rattling sound, a Transformer-sized hand-held vaccuum held tightly in his grasp. He's not sure if he should look... but look he does, his optics widening considerably.

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"Buzz powder," Fallstreak informs her. "You can tell it's not dangerous because I'm eating it." He looks down at himself. "And none of us are dead yet. Again."

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Lumen rattles again and then opens his mouth to groan and ask what happened to his skin, only to wind up blowing a cloud of buzz powder through the throw toward Perceptor. Oops....

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"B-By the Matrix!" Perceptor drops the little hand-held vaccum, before making an attempt to get away quickly.



Chromia, meanwhile, has decided to try some of the buzz powder for herself, seeing as Fallstreak's already tried it.

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With a pleasant smile, Fallstreak cocks his head at Chromia. "Your verdict?" he asks cheerfully. He twists his head to check on Desinex over his shoulder, still talking. "I'm not picky about my sti- treats, but I think it's worth stocking up on."

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"Where's my skin? I'm naked!" rattles Lumen, grinning under the throw. "Where's my skin?"

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"F-Fallstreak took it and affixed it to the wall! Have mercy!" With that, Perceptor is bolting, only to run into a wall nearby.



Chromia nods, "Th's ain't 'alf bad."

Desinex continues to blink at her handful of buzz powder, before she finally decides to eat it.

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Optimus sighs, and then gently puts her arms around the shorter mech. "Intake deeply, Perceptor. It's alright. You're safe."

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Perceptor does as instructed, intaking deeply, even as he shakes and rambles on about the prank, mentioning the "skin" on the wall at least twice, and Desinex's mention of the ottoman.

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Beside them, the waiting Decepticon listens and watches off and on, a slow, pale grin appearing on his face at mention of the skin.

And then glancing over his shoulder with a frown, when he thinks the Autobots aren't looking.

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"Fallstreak, can you tell me what happened?" Optimus turns her attention to the twitchy flyer, her grip on Perceptor tightening just a little as she pats his back.

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Desinex comes all but tearing out of the room, clutching the box of buzz powder tightly to her chest. The reason why becomes clear shortly thereafter when Chromia comes out after her.

Perceptor flinches and begins cycling air rapidly.

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Addressed, Fallstreak lifts his head a little. He tilts his head as he answers, "Hard to say, sir. I was in the other room - over there - and Perceptor seemed just fine when he left us-"

The sudden ruckus behind him makes him pivot to stare in surprise, absently noticing Perceptor's reaction to his left.

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Optimus' attention moves from Fallstreak to the femmes, and she holds out her hand. "I'll take that, Desinex."

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"All due respect, Optimus... good luck w't th't... Ah trah'd t' get it 'way fr'm 'er... 'n y'u c'n see 'ow th't turned out..." Chromia sighs, gesturing to the visored femme who is now regarding Optimus with a slightly wary expression.