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((❤ : locked in a closet by a friend who just wants them to get along (or possibly hook up))
Well, this was embarrassing, not just because they were stuck in a room again, but because they were on his and Shockwave’s ship, specifically in one of the sections under his maintenance. The constructs were probably doing some modifications do the security features and forgot to update him or post warning signs. A quick glance at the console confirmed that they were ahead of schedule, and could expect to be in here for at least an hour, maybe five.
At least this storage closet was larger than the one on Perceptors Lost Light, and as it had not been completely stocked yet, even more space than it would give later. That was actually the reason he had come in here, he wanted advice on how to appropriately stock a workshop.
“Hold on, I gotta make a call..”
::Windchime,:: he commed his major construct, ::You didn’t update the maintainence schedule promptly. Return access to 8-359-7-A.::
Her response is in text. [No.]
