Hey guys! It's time for another one shot! I have decided to wait until I post the next chapter that contains rules until I end the poll! So if you haven't voted, you better do that soon!
I have gotten several requests to do a one shot about rule #218 and 220, so I've decided to combine them into one. I'll also include Kathy and Magnus' date. It's been slow going, but they are finally starting to figure shit out. *pops a mini confetti canon and waves a KatMagnus flag around* Whoo~
*insert standard disclaimer here*
Procrastinators are both the bane of my existence and life's greatest blessing. At least, the ones on base are. So, to make things short, Drift and Miles got in trouble. They decided it would be a good idea to sprinkle catnip on the recharging forms of Ironhide, Crosshairs, Sunstreaker, and Starscream. We have a lot of cats on base. You can guess what happened. Don't ask me how Miles convinced Drift to help him, I have no fucking clue. I found myself in a predicament, however, when it came to their punishment. I had four cybertronians practically foaming at the mouth, waiting for their chance at revenge. Then it hit me. Literally. Bumblebee had been racing in front of HQ and spit some gravel into my face just as I walked out for my lunch break. Thanks Bee.
So the next morning, I got some rakes, brooms, and assorted other lawn tending things, and told Miles and Drift, in holoform of course, to get started cleaning it up. I left for a few hours and came back to a zen garden. It was beautiful. They had cleaned the gravel until it was white again, then raked it. They planted some flowers and ferns and stuff as well. They put in a bench. It's very peacefull. I gave the two my approval, let them go, and Magnus and I went on our lunch date.
Our date went rather well actually. We went to this out of the cafe that was rather homey and doubled as a bookshop. It was rather casual, a 'getting to know eachother' date, which we found amusing because we already know a lot about eachother. But it was fun to get away from base for an hour or two, not including the drive. We went window shopping, we stopped by the candy store and I was allowed to get a two pound bag of gummy bears only because I promised not to eat them all in one sitting. Who does he think I am? Leo? I'll eat them in two. But yeah, it went well. We have another one planned for next week, this time indian food, and we were in a pretty good mood when we got back to base. At least, until Magnus and I got back to the office.
What is up with people on this patch of dirt and hitting me in the face with projectiles?... At least it wasn't gravel this time. No, instead it was a giant paper airplane with paperclip torpedoes. I didn't even know we had cardstock. I would have been okay with an airplane fight, normally. If Magnus hadn't plucked one out of the air and unfolded it. You can imagine my reaction when it turned out to be a request chit for a new tank. It was not a pretty one. Better than the one I had to the laser guns, but still not good for the psyche...
I swear, today must have been "Make Kathy as Mad as Possible Day" or something. Because shit only got worse. Cue the P.A. System Shenanegins, you crazy little fuckwads. The following letters are adressed to the people who took over the PA for the day while I was gone or on the verge of a fit.
Dear drunk soldier who thinks it's funny to fart into the microphone,
You know we have no way to clean that right? It will now forever smell of fart. Thank you for that.
Your's truly,
The Management
P.S.
FUCK YOU!
To Sam and Leo:
As you well know, I like to allow people on my base a certain amount of freedom as long as they don't disturb the 'peace', as it were and however much we have with the twins running amok. However, as you have probably realized by now, you two are at the top of the list of 'Chronic Disturbers', right up there with Megatron, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Jazz. Why, you may ask? Two words, my poor, stupid teenagers. Justin Beiber. If I ever here the words 'Baby, baby, oohh.' or 'I want to be your boyfriend' come out of the mouth of anyone younger than 15, I will scream. Loudly. And so will almost everyone else who was here while Beiber Kareoke Duet was active.
So. Don't do it again. Ok?
Love,
The Director
My Dear Major Lennox,
We will find you. And we will kill you.
Hey, if you didn't want a man hunt on your aft, you shouldn't have done it. You had us so fucking worried.
Sincerely,
Kathy
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