/Causes a distraction
[Well. Since once again, it seems the local weather machines are on the fritz, the city is covered in heavy, heavy snow. There's no getting to work, supply stores... nothing.
And, of course, in a contrived bit of plot coincidence, this weather dispute coincides with another sort of body-swap. Of course, this time, certain parties were prepared for it. Somewhere along the line, someone equipped the library with a fireplace. And a human couch. Complete with blankets and whatnot.
Ironhide is attempting to make use of this fireplace, cursing, sweating, and generally doing a terrible job of it. At least until, in an explosive moment, the fire bursts to life, and he falls backward onto his ass.
He practically beams.]
Hah! I... have made fire.
And, of course, in a contrived bit of plot coincidence, this weather dispute coincides with another sort of body-swap. Of course, this time, certain parties were prepared for it. Somewhere along the line, someone equipped the library with a fireplace. And a human couch. Complete with blankets and whatnot.
Ironhide is attempting to make use of this fireplace, cursing, sweating, and generally doing a terrible job of it. At least until, in an explosive moment, the fire bursts to life, and he falls backward onto his ass.
He practically beams.]
Hah! I... have made fire.