Laughter having died down, Megatron's lips twisted into a smile at the twitching audials as he guided Orion away and up. The corridors getting slightly more well-kept but not by much; it was obvious Iacon only prioritised its arenas only so much, keeping them reasonably clean and repaired but not in outstanding shape.
Of course, when they got to host the state games, that would probably change.
"Out here," Megatron murmured, keying open the for them, revealing first an empty office. "And it can be quite a rush, on the podium or on the floor... You'll probably get an idea, even with no audience present."
The wall and door opposite to the door that led to the office was a full-window one, showing a view of the shadowed podium outside, and beyond, the rows of seats.
The armour-glass for opened as they came close enough, and Megatron stopped right beyond the door, giving Orion a wave to walk out to the edge of the podium first.
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Of course, when they got to host the state games, that would probably change.
"Out here," Megatron murmured, keying open the for them, revealing first an empty office. "And it can be quite a rush, on the podium or on the floor... You'll probably get an idea, even with no audience present."
The wall and door opposite to the door that led to the office was a full-window one, showing a view of the shadowed podium outside, and beyond, the rows of seats.
The armour-glass for opened as they came close enough, and Megatron stopped right beyond the door, giving Orion a wave to walk out to the edge of the podium first.