[Accidental Video]

[notoptimus]

[The drone feed clicks on to show Bumblebee, sitting at a desk and looking over some data pads with a slight frown. The camera swivels some as it catches movement the bot seems to miss. Some might catch sight of a clydesdale sized robotic t-rex just before it gives a squeaky roar.

Which startles Bee enough to nearly make him jump out of his plating.]

Gah!

[He quickly turns with wide optics to stare at the critter for a moment.]

What in the?

[Meanwhile the little t-rex makes what could only be a happy rumble as it nuzzles up to Bee happily. Who kind of awkwardly pats in return.]

Um...hi, I guess? Where did you come from?

[video]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Standing in her apartment, Sam is smiling, if a little uncertainly, as she leans away from a silvery snout; there’s a robotic moose nosing at her shoulder, like a horse hoping for a treat. It’s friendly enough, having done no worse than nose, but it’s the last thing she expected to find in her previously moose-free living room.]

The moose is not, itself, a problem. The moose is alright. The moose being trapped in my apartment because it can’t quiiite fit through the door, though---that is a problem. It doesn’t seem antsy or anything, but this is still too small a space for something its size.