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Proto was sulking. Heavily. Wily was not all that happy with him despite the act that had currently landed him in this predicament. Sure, he had leaped in front of a rocket launcher and taken a hit that surely would have killed the doctor...but at the same time he was not cooperating and letting Wily fully repair him. Bits and pieces here and there, yes, but not everything at once. The General was just...weird about that anyway.

Currently the out of uniform Proto had taken up a spot in a window sitting area, comfortably filling out the bench there. Sure, it was in the common break area and he was bound to be bothered eventually, but the view from the window was nice and at least let him look out over the City that he wasn't currently supposed to be out in. Stupid repairs. Hrmph.

Rumors circulated outside, stating that the City's "Hero" Flashover had managed to kill Proto. The General was certain that once he was looking better Wily would parade him on screen or something to prove he was still functional. Take that Citizens, not even a rocket to the face could take down this Wily bot. For now though, he was hiding away, stuck with his arm in it's sling and memory glitches. ....And blue ears. Curse the current shortage of synthetic fur. At least his ears were smaller than others and hopefully less noticeable. Hopefully. He had a pretty full head of brown hair after all.

The red bot whistled his tune, watching the Citizens on the streets far below move about their daily lives.

Bubble hops into the break room, blinking for a moment as he saw Quick there. Then his eyes see just who Quick was poking fun at and a small frown crosses his face. "You know you shouldn't be poking at him like that, Quick. He'll find some way to get even later." He hops over to get himself an E-tank, grabbing one for Proto as well and hopping over again to the injured bot and offering it to him, along with a straw. The blue ears were noticeable, mainly because they weren't Proto's skin tone nor the color of his hair, but Bubble decided not to say anything about it, instead hopping up onto a bench nearby and looking out the window as well. "How long does the Dr. think you'll be confined to the Tower, do you think?" If Proto were stuck inside for too terribly long a time, Bubble might have to go get something and surprise him with it. Maybe he'd pay for a spa day for Proto to go soak and relax in a hot spring, hrm? That always seemed to help Bubble, anyway. Or maybe he'd see if there were any casino's in the area and treat the General to a few games. It couldn't hurt, right? He goes back to being quiet, though, watching Proto and Quick to see what Proto's reaction to Quick's questions would be.

Quick waved at the hopper, "Sup Bubbs." he then looked back at the General with a blank look. For about two seconds then he slowly paled...no. Not the freaking glue traps again. He shifted on his feet before grabbing a E-tank and sitting down.

"Yes I do know what happened...Doc should of let me out so I could deal with that flame-retarded b*****d myself." he downed half the tank before muttered, "No one ******** with our General." Quick wouldn't be the first to admit that he -liked- Proto...or gears above Bass...but if anyone messed with either General. Quick would be one of the first bots there to make sure not another strike was aimed.

Snake was never really sure about what was going on at any given time. Unfortunately, that was one of the downsides to being Snake. He was strong and determined, sure, and he followed the leader as blindly as any really good minion might, but when it came to thinking he was a bit... well.

Out classed by almost everyone.

Snake was surprised to see so many others gathered in one spot, and instead of assuming that was because this was a break area and this was the sort of thing that was supposed to happen here, Snake jumped to the only logical conclusion he could make a leap to.

"Did I misssssss a meeting?"

He walked up, speaking to no one in particular, blinking and looking at the others. They were all looking casual for a meeting, the slackers, and he wondered what the boss would think of them! He, Snake, was always ready for a call or a fight, and he was not going to let his guard down at any time! Which made resting a little uncomfortable, but hey. It could always be worse.

"Sssssorry I'm late, Bossssss, I forgot." Snake said to Proto, nodding his head regretfully. There was nothing for him to have forgotten, but he figured he would apologize for it anyway, just in case.

Bubble nods his agreement to the conversation between Proto and Quick. "If I run into him, I'll try to trap him in a bubble for you." He says, looking up at Snake's entry and giving him a wave as well.

"That is good that he'll be alright." He nods as Proto answers his question about Bass. He may not agree with the infighting between the others that happened more often than not, but he didn't actively dislike any of them personally.

He blinks a bit, surprised at Proto for making a joke, then grins a bit behind his mask. "I have been trying to get settled in here still. I haven't yet attempted to go out into the City myself yet and just see how things are. I'm also trying to get my room situated just the way I want." By that, Bubble of course meant that he was trying to figure out how much of his area to flood with water and how much to leave alone. He doubted he'd get alot of visitors to his floor, but always better to be safe than sorry, right?

He looks at Quick and Snake. "What about you two?"

Sheep was surprised to hear multiple voices as he approached the break area. Hmm so much for some quiet time, but that might not be a bad thing.

"So whaat's got every one gaaathered?" he asked casually entering the room. Then he actually took note of who was present and noticed Proto near the window. He seemed actually to be relaxing, and Sheep wondered if that was actually a good sign or not.

Ah yes...rooms. Setting them up was an important thing, he supposed. Proto hadn't put much thought into his own room. It contained very little, namely his clothes, a small sleeping area, and his radio. ...That was the important thing really, his radio and his collection of scarves. One could never have enough yellow scarves. There was all sorts of empty space on his floor and maybe one day he'd put something up there, but with how restless he usually was it didn't matter all that much. Besides, he sometimes ended up in Bass' room on his cot anyway.

.....He didn't want to talk about that.

Proto was grinning at the thought of Flashover hurt and bleeding as the others walked in. Sheep's question shook him from his little daydream and he glanced over to answer.

"Nothing official Sheep, just seems I picked a rather popular room to relax in for a while."

As Pluto snuck his way in, he shook his head a bit. For all the use those claws could do in battle...that bot was rather careful of ever damaging them.

Upon hearing voices down the corridor, Splash's pace quickened to see what was going on. She found an unusually large group of bots in the break area.

"Is something the matter?" she inquired as she stepped into the room. She saw Proto and his sling. "You really should let Dr. Wily deal with that Proto," she sighed, knowing he most likely wouldn't.