8 AM, and Sparkplug entered the common room and placed his fists on his hips in mock disapproval. "Still at it?"
"Death before surrender," Optimus rumbled, though the way he needed Ironhide's shoulder to hold his head up rather gave the lie to his stated determination.
"We've almost got the slag-ass," Jazz announced, much perkier than his leader despite Sparkplug knowing for a fact he'd been awake nearly twice as long.
"It's called a tarrasque," Ratchet grumbled from behind his DM screen.
Next to him, Prowl rattled his fist and cast the impressively upsized d20 upon the table. "Hah!" he crowed. "That's a crit!"
Ratchet's mouth thinned in repressed amusement. "...how do you want to do this?" he asked, and the table erupted in cheers.
Prowl waited until the celebration quieted down before answering. "I'm thinking," the tactician stated calmly, "that I hit the big monster with my sword until it's good and dead."
Cheers and groans in equal measure met his statement. Sparkplug shook his head - at least the big lugs were having fun, but he was still making a mental note to prod Sideswipe into making a double batch of his hyperfuel brew later.
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"Death before surrender," Optimus rumbled, though the way he needed Ironhide's shoulder to hold his head up rather gave the lie to his stated determination.
"We've almost got the slag-ass," Jazz announced, much perkier than his leader despite Sparkplug knowing for a fact he'd been awake nearly twice as long.
"It's called a tarrasque," Ratchet grumbled from behind his DM screen.
Next to him, Prowl rattled his fist and cast the impressively upsized d20 upon the table. "Hah!" he crowed. "That's a crit!"
Ratchet's mouth thinned in repressed amusement. "...how do you want to do this?" he asked, and the table erupted in cheers.
Prowl waited until the celebration quieted down before answering. "I'm thinking," the tactician stated calmly, "that I hit the big monster with my sword until it's good and dead."
Cheers and groans in equal measure met his statement. Sparkplug shook his head - at least the big lugs were having fun, but he was still making a mental note to prod Sideswipe into making a double batch of his hyperfuel brew later.