#logicandreason

This was positively insane. The multiverse had to be playing tricks on Tarantulas. For another Prowl to call, NOW of all times…

…He couldn’t resist answering anyway.

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As long as Prowl was stuck in his quarters and banned from work, he had to find something to do to fill the time. Today, that meant comming the multiverse at random.

Well—not entirely random. He was plugging in variations of his own comm signal. Since discovering the multiverse, he had entertained the possibility of making contact with a version of himself, and potentially pooling their resources. Unfortunately, most of his alternates seemed to be a little... ehhh...

Never mind them. He was hoping to find an alternate that could be useful. So.

:: I see. Thank you for clarifying. ::

Unseen across the comm Prowl’s optics narrowed and doorwings flicked briefly as he thought about it for a moment.

Not his Mesothulas then; not the mech he once considered a friend, not the mech he - in a way - betrayed, but also not the mech who forcefully abducted him.

That complicated things, because moves and intentions of an entirely different Mesothulas or Tarantulas could possibly be even harder to predict.

But in a way, it also suddenly made everything much more simple. The tactician was still talking with a Meso…Tarantulas, yet not exactly with the very mech responsible for kidnapping him. And not exactly the very mech heonce trapped in the Noisemaze. A different Mesothulas. In some strange way, it removed at least a tiny bit of tension and dread that accumulated in Prowl’s spark - even if it certainly didn’t erase all the wariness.

:: Before we proceed, I have a question and I expect a honest answer,:: he finally spoke again in a quiet monotone. ::Have you ever…ah, forcefully abducted any Prowl? ::

Or perhaps that was something only Tarantulas of his own universe did…?

Nope, sorry, Prowl. No such luck here.

How many times had Tarantulas scrolled through his comm address list now? He’d lost count, had never been keeping count in the first place. Not that it mattered - he knew he wasn’t really looking for anyone or anything in particular. The comm frequencies he wanted had been bookmarked a long time ago.

Eventually Tarantulas gave up, leaning back in his seat until he very nearly fell out of it. A moment’s internal hesitation - then with a randomized roll of the dice, Tarantulas picked one of the three bookmarked frequencies and sent a ping.