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| Jumpercablebabe | 11 Apr 2016, 05:22 AM Post #1 |
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Since parting with Brainstorm, Aid decided to take some time for a little rest and relaxation. Well, it wasn't his idea. His intentions had been to come back to the medbay, wash up, and get right back to work. Lottie wasn't having any of that, claiming that Aid was running himself into the ground. It wasn't all of a lie, and feeling too tired to argue First Aid merely grumbled and tiredly made it to the private wash racks in the back of the medbay. His body ached, choosing to sit down on the floor instead of stand. It hasn't really mattered either way, as the hose was detachable from the wall. Perfect for holding close and spray those hard to get places. Thankfully the medbay was loaded with all sorts of tools for intricate cleaning and scrubbing of seams and hard to get places. Eventually he was all clean, just too exhausted to move. After putting the still active hose on the wall, First Aid chose to just lie in the aim of the spray and think for awhile. It wasn't ever good for him to let his mind race like this, but he had no where else to be for a few more hours. It was his perfect hideaway to cry. Cry for all he's lost, those he's let down, anyone who hadn't or couldn't be saved. These chances were far and few, despite how sensitive the medic was about these sorts of things. When FirstAid figured he had wasted enough time in there he quickly dried off, noting places where his paint had gotten scraped down. He wouldn't mind detailing his own paint coat had he the energy. No. He really needed a nap. Giving Lottie a wave to indicate that he was in fact alive and not a lifeless zombie, Aid crossed the medbay to the patient area. A few bits were resting, too lazy to go back to their own habsuites for a nap. Aid never minded where ratchet had, and Aid too climbed into a berth not his own to rest his weary processor. His optics throbbed up until the moment he turned them off. It bothered him how easily he was still leaking optic fluid, liking to keep his sensitivity private. But nobody would judge him here, nobody would even notice his presence. He was just part of the background as far as he was concerned. His spark pulsed almost angrily, his body frustrated that every time it would reach out for his bond that there was no response. It was the painful times like this that, well, as regretful that he was that he never told Ambulon his feelings before he died, Aid wasn't too sure if he could have dealt with the pain that followed that loss. Surly this was a more muted sensation than losing a Conjunx. It was not something he was about to go and ask chromedome either. Eventually he was out. Completely tuckered, it was no surprise that when his alarm went off reminding him that he had arrangements this evening that he woke with a foggy haze. It was far from the best sleep he's had, but it still was better than nothing. Pulling himself up stiffly, Aid felt as if he was dragging down the hall. No. No no. He had to wake up. Up, up, up. He wanted to have a good time with Brainstorm, a good time. He didn't need another pity party like he threw in the shower. Aggressively rubbing any traces of optic fluid off his face, Aid finally made it to Swerve's with a little time to spare. He found a nice booth, usually he sat at the bar counter but today he had company. Figured it would be better to sit off where there was less chance at getting swept into a fight, a better seat to view the whole bar and make observations off its patients. Aid could easily get a little gossipy with how chatty he could be, not that he usually had anyone to talk with. Flagging down Ten, Aid decided to place his order before brainstorm arrived. Ten was such a sweet mech, the medic felt at ease from his presence. It didn't take long before Ten returned with Aid's pre-Game order. Tall glass of high grade energex with a second, smaller and more fruity mid grade to start off. Usually he dived deep into the hard stuff off the bat, but one 'girly' drink couldn't hurt. One, four, twelve, it really didn't matter what he drank rather how many. He was sure by the end of the night Ten would have to help him back to the medbay, assuming he played his cards right. That was the goal, after all. Drink as much as physically possible and make it back afterwards. It's not like Aid was the type to try and go back with anyone else to their habsuite. Only one had a situation like that presented itself. First Aid hadn't even realized what was happening as he trotted behind them. Though he sobered up real fast as soon as the other mech's intentions were clear and he bolted as fast as he could. He had begged Ratchet to keep an eye out, not sure if the whole thing had just been a foggy haze for the two of them or if there was some other intention. Thankfully Aid never saw the mech again and things smoothed back to normal shortly after. He snorted at the thought, bitterly now. Plopping a bendy straw into his drink, Aid carefully lifted the bottom of his mask to fit the straw. There was no way he would remove it so easily, not in public. His face wasn't anything grotesque, he had nothing to really hide. It was just a comfort, a safety net, a reminder just to how secretive the medic could be. Soon brainstorm would arrive though and the night would pick up. Least, that was the plan anyways. |
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| Deleted User | 11 Apr 2016, 07:27 PM Post #2 |
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Brainstorm jolted off of the lab bench when an alarm screeched on his hud, rubbing his optics with a groan. Slag he was gonna be late. Brainstorm jumped up from his seat, throwing the scramble of data pads and the prototype weapon into some conceivable form of organization. He clicked off the lights and tapped in the ten digit pass code to lock the doors before taking off down the hall. Walking- walking of course, he shot his best jaunty salute at Magnus as he passed him in the hall. Right, super late, he was an awful friend. Brainstorm briskly took a left turn. Okay, he wasn't unbelievably late or anything but it would definitely smudge his known attendance record. Which he did somewhat pride himself on. Brainstorm nearly tripped over his own pedes when he came to a sudden stop at the entrance to Swerve's. Scanning the late crowd with a careful optic. Brainstorm frowned when he caught sight of First Aid, he looked nothing short of miserable. Well, his posture made it seem that way. Maybe he'd just worked himself a little too hard between earlier and now? Ohh no, did he not want to go to Swerve's? Brainstorm swallowed that thought as quick as he could, First Aid was shy and a little quiet spoken but if he really didn't want to waste some time at Swerve's then he would've said so. Surely? Brainstorm carefully made his way through the crowd, grabbing a round of something similar to what First Aid had in front of him. Brainstorm tapped the table before sitting down to grab the medics attention. Brainstorm placed the two glasses on the table, settling down in the seat across from First Aid. Brainstorm slid one of the glasses across the table. "So, here's that second round. Sorry for the dilly-dallying." |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 12 Apr 2016, 04:15 AM Post #3 |
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As soon as Brainstorm made himself present the medic's gloomy optics immediately perked up. Glowing brightly, Aid cast him a smile, only to realize it was blocked by his mask. Lips curled around the straw between them, hidden from view, he chose to show his relief and gratitude through his em field and letting it wash over the other. "No worries, I got here a little early. Afraid I already started but I still hold my word to buy you your first round, so order up." He still looked tired, despite all the 'resting' he'd attempted back at the medbay. The temptation to reach out and rest a hand on Brainstorms arm was strong. He'd wait until a few more rounds when he could blame it on being buzzed. Or maybe waiting until Brainstorm was buzzed and didn't notice. He really needed to feel close to someone, anyone, it made him dizzy with just how selfish the desire was to just ease his spark with a little hand holding. Even one sided hand holding. "Would you believe I took a shower and a nap before coming here? That's how slow it got back at the bay. I actually could find the time to do both. But that's not interesting." He left out the part where he cried for his connivence, pushing his empty first glass to the side to tackle his second head on. Plopping the same bendy straw into the next glass, it soon found its way sneaking up under his mask. "I know, I know, I live such an interesting life. Napping AND cleaning off, whoof, tell me about your day I'm sure you've got more to talk about than me..." Yeah. Unless Brainstorm wanted to catch a front row seat at the unraveling of First Aid tonight. The medic was sure he'd end up crying once, be it spark pain or getting loosened enough to confess to someone finally about his unrequited feelings towards his coworker. But, hey, Brainstorm was interesting. He did all sorts of interesting stuff. Not to mention he was a good talker and Aid couldn't deny he was nice to look at. Maybe the night wouldn't be so negative, it could be just the two of them bro-ing it out like he had intended, before the bad nap and the aches that led him into the sour mood. His posture was slouched, one arm propped at the elbow so that his hand could cup and support his chin. Taking full sips, it was clear that Aid wasn't just here for a drink or two. He was going to drink till he couldn't stand, most likely. Once again he pressed his field towards Brainstorm, comfort and relief in the scientists presence. Bright blue optics waited patiently for what topic Brainstorm had to start with, his free hand tracing shapes out on the tables surface. He wasn't sure where tonight was headed, but it could only improve from here. He was sure of it. |
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| Deleted User | 12 Apr 2016, 07:25 PM Post #4 |
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"Funny that, I also nodded off. Stopped by the public washrack to clean off before getting to work. Also not very interesting." Brainstorm manually released the clasps on either side of his mask, setting it aside on the table. He had some reservations when it came to showing his face but after- well, everything, the timecase and the hearing, he just really couldn't find it in himself to hide anymore. Brainstorm slid his own cube closer to himself, deciding he'd tread carefully this time around, he took a resigned sip. First Aid was... enthusiastic to say the least? Brainstorm had no doubt that by the time they were leaving he'd probably be off worse than First Aid. He'd be sure not to crash in his lab like he had last time, the only thing worse than building dangerous weapons was waking up and not remembering what they did. Brainstorm glanced over the several groups sitting about. It was a lot more peaceful than it had been on the first night of shore leave. No surprise there really, they'd all tuckered themselves out. Another sip, less tentative this time around. Brainstorm's attention switched back to First Aid when the medic stretched out his em field. He was definitely more willing to share than he had earlier. "So... are you in a better mood now? Or a worse one?" If Brainstorm listened long enough he could distinguish the sound of rain battering the metal top of the Lost Light. It was faint from this far but still audible. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 12 Apr 2016, 08:52 PM Post #5 |
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"In the case that neither of us can walk back on steady legs alone, I open the medbay for you to crash at. Promise, there is a better selection of berths than the ones in the patient wing. There's about three private rooms used for patients with extreme, or rather longer term injuries to keep them outta the way. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit those were probably the best berths I've ever slept on." It was an invitation that First Aid expected Brainstorm to turn down. Medbay was creepy when it was quiet, but that quiet was perfect for the ultimate recharge. Fresh clean bedding, lots of space, idea napping hide away. Better than a makeshift nest on the floor, though that did sound like fun. Perhaps one day he'd suggest they build a pillow fortress. Brainstorm seemed the type to actually agree. "Better? Worse? I'd say a little of both. Better to be out of the medbay, and of course better to be in such great company. But worse in that Lottie gave me time to my self and well my head is flooded with thoughts. Thoughts I can't shake." Well. He punctuated the sentence by finishing his second drink. Now he was ready to dip into the one Brainstorm had presented him, he'd have to flag Ten down for another round sooner rather than later. But the pause gave him a little time to sort his thoughts. "You know, at first when you pulled the stunt with the suitcase I was lost. I couldn't follow what had caused you to want to change the past so, so intensely. I've always been one to process deep things a little too late for their situations. But, Brainstorm? I'd had done the exact same thing in your place. I don't think I could have pulled the trigger on Megatron? But primus be damned... If I could I'd do anything to have saved Ambulon... I'd give that mech my spark no hesitation... He'd never know why either..." Hiccuped. Aid couldn't even swallow the sound, choosing to take another deep sip and gesture Ten for another round. He needed this. He needed to talk with someone who'd understand where he was coming from and the pain he had felt. There would be plenty of time this evening for him to cheer up, but for now? For now Aid couldn't think of anything he needed more than to let some of the past finally go, and looking at Brainstorm's unmasked face surly helped. |
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| Deleted User | 13 Apr 2016, 12:55 AM Post #6 |
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While the medibay still installed a heavy feeling of dread and discomfort, he probably wouldn't mind bunking there if he was that far gone. It would probably be a little startling to wake up in the medibay with no recollections of why he was there though. His hab honestly wasn't in any better than his lab, he had too much piled on tables too small and half finished projects scattered about. He generally kept his berth clear of all but the occasional data pad, even that tended to disturb his sleep. "Tell you what, if it gets to that point I'll take you up on that offer." Waking up all disorientated wouldn't really be a new experience either, and if he was being honest with himself his presence in the medibay probably wouldn't come as a surprise to anybody. Brainstorm listened attentively when First Aid studied his empty drink after speaking. Brainstorm hesitated before taking a longer sip of his own. His wings involuntarily flattened at the mention of the timecase and his little stunt with Megatron. "You didn't ever mention to him?" Brainstorm faltered- he- primus he really hadn't had enough to drink to go anywhere near the topic of deceased comrades or- or Quark. Looking up and seeing how distraught First Aid was gave him the determination to touch the subject. "It... does get better." It sounded silly coming from a mech who'd tried to go back in time just to save a single mech, sure, the goal was everyone in the end, Rewind and Quark, and anybody they'd lost along the way. "Worse sometimes? Like now." Brainstorm further accentuated his point by taking another sip of his drink. When he'd first started the time machine? It had been for Quark, he'd been verging on unrational when he furiously birthed the roughest draft of the most unrealistic fairytale machine, one that would magically take him back in time. Of course, he'd found some peace despite the chaos and failure of it all. "He didn't know that you-" Brainstorm considered his wording. Glancing over the blueish glow of his engex. "That you care as much as you do?" Pit he was awful at this. He considered projecting some calming emotions through he em but he was awful at em field manipulation. He'd project a strange cocktail of whatever he happened to be feeling and that probably wouldn't ease First Aid any. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 13 Apr 2016, 03:12 AM Post #7 |
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"I know this is a sensitive topic, I'm really sorry..." He bought himself some time to reply, biting his lip before fully removing his mask to finish his drink. The drink ged just started. Besides, Ten would come back soon anyways. But as soon as his lips left the rim, back it went to give him that extra layer to hide from the world. "I don't know if he knew... I'm really bad at hiding these sorts of things... I never told him though." Cradling the empty glass, Aid couldn't make eye contact. Despite how badly this wracked him to his spark, he managed to keep a calm EM field, letting the warmth cover the two of them. "Twice I thought maybe he'd known. We'd come here once and surprisingly I hadn't been the one to over do it, he had... I was helping him on his pedes... I'll never forget how nice it was to be so close... The whole time he'd gently nuzzle at me, complement me... I still don't know if any of it was from the spark or just me being too desperate..." Ten brought the medic his order, Aid giving him a little pat on the arm as thinks before welcoming the next two drinks to the table. One was a duller green while the other a bright blue. Straw dipped into the blue one and found its way back up his mask. Sure, he'd already removed it once but... He needed his little 'security blanket' right now. "Pharma knew. He'd since try to constantly pit us against each other as he'd started going down hill. Ratchet knew too. He'd tease me about it. What were his words.. Oh yeah. 'You could find someone with a less average face, ya'know'. But as sad as I feel over the whole thing... I don't even have the right to feel sad since I never told him." "Brainstorm, really, if I had the resources and even an inkling of a clue what to do, I'd done the same. Rodimus made those rules not to mess with the past, you well know I'd broken every single one of them if it meant even just switching places with Ambulon. Id gladly be sawed in two of it meant you two would be having drinks right now..." Thumbs traced over the rim of his glass, staring sadly down at the drink. He felt so selfish with the whole conversation, like he had cornered Brainstorm into hearing his sob story. "We... We should be having fun, not listen to me whine and moan, I'm sorry." Wiping trace amounts of fluid from his optics, First Aid tried to pep himself up a little bit. While getting things off ones chest was good, sometimes a distraction was also what was needed. |
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| Deleted User | 13 Apr 2016, 04:30 AM Post #8 |
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It really didn't bother Brainstorm as much as he'd suspected it would. It felt bittersweet, he supposed memories were all either of them had now. Brainstorm could explain how he'd once hung off of every word Quark said, how he'd bothered him at every opportunity. It wouldn't change the fact that he was gone now. Not even a time machine could change that. Brainstorm didn't have to wonder if First Aid meant it when he spoke of self sacrifice either. When Brainstorm had gone back in time to prevent Megatron from ever truly finalizing the war he knew he'd have never existed in the process. It was something he could live with. And even with the mask covering First Aid's face, he knew it to be true for the medic as well. Brainstorm was starting to feel the engex a little now. It was subtle, pleasant at this point. "Well, we will have fun, I'm sure. But there's just-" Brainstorm gestured with his hand sort of pinching his forefingers as he worked around an explanation. Brainstorm narrowed his optics at the wall. "Layers? Layers to peel back first? Walls and such y'know?" That was, ah, a really awful explanation, and a worse analogy. Brainstorm dropped his servo back down onto the table. His helm felt a little lighter, which meant the engex was doing it's work. "If you don't wanna talk about it I'm sure fun can't be that hard to achieve?" Brainstorm worked around a thought, hopefully not a bad one. "Like! Hey, like some of your happier memories with Ambulon?" Which might also be an awful idea, he was on a roll, apparently. How bad could it be though? Brainstorm looked back fondly on the better memories with Quark. Brainstorm tried a little em field extending, but it ended up being more of a wash of a bit lf optimism and- what was that? Confidence? Sort of an awkward mix but it could be worse? |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 13 Apr 2016, 06:38 AM Post #9 |
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It was always a little hard for Aid to catch his buzz, but as he finished his glass the fog started to set in. Usually it was just a haze to disorientate him from his problems, but not tonight. Tight it was a warm feeling, tickling at his fingers and pulling tight in his tanks. It was pleasant, to feel a little looser. Speaking of feeling looser. Aid boldly reached out, resting his hand on top of Brainstorm's. It was supposed to be a gesture of 'there there' for the poor analogy with the layers, although Aid found it positively adorable. Only problem was he finally had contact and he didn't want to let go. "I can talk about good times. Believe it or not he was actually a preeeetty touchy mech." He didn't need to punctuate that with 'like myself'. Though he did hiccup a bit. "I could never actually get him to hold hands, but sometimes if one of us would sneak off for a nap, the other would wake up with a warm body closely snuggled." Brainstorms field was a comfort, causing Aid to try and match his as well. Considering how gloomy Aid had been when Brainstorm sat, this was an improvement. Even if now his processor was starting to swim. First Aid's movements were far more animated now, gesturing all the more loosely, though his one hand never left Brainstorm's. "You know, one time he kissed me... We were sitting..." First aid took a look of the bar, squinting to focus in. Eventually he pointed to a booth not too far away. "We had both been drinking, Ratchet was supposta' come n' he never showed." Aid couldn't suppress the little shutter that came with the thought. "Though we never talked about it again. Unspoken don't... Don't mention it... Oops. I mentioned it." He still had one glass untouched to his left, a mini army of empty glasses to his right. Still didn't stop him from grabbing a drink menu and spreading it out between then. "Hey... Hey Brainy? Ya like shots? Mmmm we can get some, my treat... Or oh oh !!" He paused to hiccup once more, pointing at another menu item. "We can get those biiiiig bowls you share between like... Like four mech... Shots sounds better tho, or somethin' with an umbrella in it..." Another hiccup, but it made him laugh. |
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| Deleted User | 13 Apr 2016, 04:20 PM Post #10 |
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Brainstorm's own glass was near empty now, haze was one word for it, disorientated was probably a better one. He should definitely probably be careful how much he was drinking. Brainstorm only startled at the contact for a moment, his attention shifting back over to First Aid when he gestured almost as wildly as Brainstorm usually did. Brainstorm folded his other servo under his chin, listening with a forlorn look. He'd go back in time again if it meant just seeing Quark again. "It- I won't mention it. I promise." Oh, primus he munched that. He didn't go drinking often enough, one glass and he's already buzzed. "I don't know, don't you think you should, slow down?" Brainstorm glanced over the menu regardless. "Shots are, they're gonna ruin me Aid. This is?" Brainstorm pulled the glass he'd been nursing closer. Right it's not gonna say what it is on the glass. "I'm pretty sure this is the blend Tailgate used to drink before he..." what? What happened again? "Before he became a... superhero?" That was close enough. "Tell you what, if you can pick something mild then I'll think about it? But I really..." Want to be able to walk tonight? "I really want to try the purple one." Brainstorm poked the menu where the purple drink was. He'd always been fascinated by the uniquely colored engex. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 13 Apr 2016, 04:45 PM Post #11 |
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"That's cool, we can get the purple one. The purple one looks cool, I don't think I've ever had the purple one... Maybe? I dunno. I get the blue one usually." He pointed to his glass, as if Brainstorm couldn't see it without the gesture. He wasn't so much excited to drink, but to just have the company. It had been too long, before Ambulon's death, that he has someone to drink with and just let go of what was happening around him. Still. He kept his hand on the others, his free one pointing at different drinks on the menu. It was nice to feel carefree and warm again. "Yeah... Yeah, yeah, I can slow down... Nobody has ever told me to sloooow down before. Usually I get told to go faster." Leave it to the other medic's to unintentionally encourage his recklessness. "Tailgate still drinks the fruity light stuff. Jus' because they throw the rodpod like a tennis ball doesn't mean that they can hold their drinks. I think it's cyclonus's job to hold the drinks." Aid was squinting at the menu. What was he intolerant to again? One of the flavorings he was completely intolerant to. He just couldn't remember which. Was it the purple one? Maybe the green one... No he had a green one, couldn't be that one. Oh well. Not important right now. What was important was finishing his last glass and flagging poor ten back over. In the meantime, aid took brainstorm's advice and would slow it down a little. Maybe to anyone not the medic's it was unsettling to see just how fast Aid could knock his drinks back. It was an art that came through lots of practice. Lots of opputurnities in Delphi to finish half a glass with one suck of a straw. Didn't mean his chin was free of any drops that slipped his lips though. |
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| Deleted User | 13 Apr 2016, 07:08 PM Post #12 |
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"We can get the blue one, is you'd prefer it." Brainstorm was less concerned with the energon, really as long as it did its job and didn't taste too bad he wouldn't care. "I mean, I'm sure you know how much you can have before its too much?" Brainstorm pursued his lip as he glanced over all of First Aid's empty glasses. "Never been drinking with you remember?" He'd been with Nautica a few times, but she hadn't ever really had anymore than buzz? Just enough to feel it? He'd seen Chromedome overdo it a couple times. Luckily, Rewind was a savior, not that he could lug Chromedome down the hall by himself. Brainstorm had helped with that a few times. Brainstorm considered his drink with a thoughtful silence. His head snapped up when a loud crack of thunder sounded from far off. First Aid's presence was so calming. Brainstorm gripped the medics hand, leaning forward in his seat when a thought came to mind. "You know! I was thinking, science has more applications than just- well, than just science. Command sends requests and the occasional headache but! If the medibay ever has any need for things- I don't know like specialized equipment type things? Don't hesitate? I really wouldn't mind whipping something up." There was already a ton of weird contraptions and devices the medibay made use of, he knew that. But a more sufficient patient transfer pulley? As long as they gave him some more specific things to be wary of, the speed at which the patient is lifted, for example. Brainstorm couldn't deny he'd had that problem the first few times he'd messed around with his ceiling harness. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 13 Apr 2016, 08:03 PM Post #13 |
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"No, no you want the purple one lets get the purpley one! Besides I already had the blue one, really. Unless you wanna try that pink one?" Aid really didn't know when to stop, well, he knew when he often just decided to flat out ignore it. Mostly because, well, drinking wasn't all social. It was a bit of a gamble. Similar to nights on end without recharge, days on end without fuel. Without someone keeping him in check he often got reckless. He had plenty to live for, which was why he got up every day, but it wasn't for himself. Weeks where there were no patients were bittersweet to say the least. It had been a slow week. Still when Brainstorm jumped at the thunder, First Aid immediately clasped his other hand on top of the one Brainstorm was using to squeeze at his other hand. Giving his own firm squeeze, Aid stared deep into his optics. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay. I got ya, I won't let anything harm ya..." It was a soft hush, but he had meant every word. Aid wouldn't let anything hurt anyone on the ship if he had the means to intervene. Still. The physical comfort probably did just as much good for Brainstorm as it did for Aid. Physically touching and being able to soothe, it put him at ease. He was of use. "I would love ta' take ya up on that offer. Nows it's just me and no ratch' or ambie' to a help me with the bigger bots like Magnus-- it's hard to restrain or move 'em. Lottie can only do soooo much ya know? We should... We should put our heads together sometime... Figures it out?" With no intention of letting go of Brainstorm's hand, Aid scooted forwards on his side of the bench. The urge to swap benches and sit next to Brainstorm. Maybe that would help, with the rain and all... No. He was making justifications in his head to get closer. Even in his bubbly haze, first aid realized that he was getting too too clingy, overstepping boundaries. He couldn't just jump ahead like he could with Ratchet, Ratchet surprisingly tolerated the peppy medic. Maybe he just felt bad for First Aid. |
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| Deleted User | 14 Apr 2016, 10:53 PM Post #14 |
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"We can always get both?" Both was probably not a great idea. Also a more fun one? It probably would be, but there was always a little nagging voice of reason that mentioned "hey this is probably where you should stop" but he'd never paid much mind to that anyway. First Aid was so sweet, it was? A little optic opening to witness it first hand? He hadn't jumped because he was afraid, it was- what was it called? The barometric pressure making him twitchy? Probably something like that, just- his wings were sensitive to atmospheric drops in pressure. Especially considering how long it'd been since he'd actually been in an atmosphere. Just listening to First Aid was already enough to see how much farther along the medic was than himself, Brainstorm patted First Aid's servo over his own after he finished speaking. "You got it. Even if you guys need a, like a little bot the can manage..?" Uh, what did the medibay need help with again? "Supply runs? Or, I don't know? I could give it a bunch of arms." Not too many though, too many arms and it would be more like a creepy bouquet of hands, oh, that would probably be traumatizing to the patients. "Or? Two? I can manage with two arms, maybe just? Really long arms?" That was still creepy. "I could make the scalpels say things?" This is why he didn't work in the medical field. "Encouraging things like, 'good job!'." Brainstorm glanced over his glass thoughtfully. "Maybe you can come up with the ideas and I can make the things?" Brainstorm suggested as he finished off the last of his second glass. |
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| Jumpercablebabe | 15 Apr 2016, 08:15 AM Post #15 |
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Helloooooo Nurse
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First Aid waved over to Ten, again, before realizing they were already busy. They still had a bit of time to decide, but Aid watched the show. Someone had gone a little too far, a minor bar fight in the progress. Nobody First Aid recognized, or rather, nobody who really stood out enough for him to pick out and notice in a drunken haze. Still, Ten had caught onto it early on and was pulling a bot over their shoulder and carrying them to the door. Looks like Ten had no intention of escorting them to their suite and went back to the other mech at the table. They gestured to Aid that the medic had been noticed and would be next. "Okay, okay, okay, okaaay. We can, uh, rock... Scissors paper handsies for which drink? I guess? I'm all for both, but, purple was first choice. Let's just stick to purple? You diiiiid say to slooooow down." He only let go briefly with one hand to finish off his last remaining drink, carefully stacking it to his right into the graveyard of empty glasses, the army six strong. Immediately after his hand found its way back, holding one of Brainstorms hands with the two of his. Gentle thumbs rubbed over the back of his palm, trying to keep him calmed and relaxed. Had he been a little sobered up, First Aid immediately would have made the connection of the weather to Brainstorms frame. However, in his state, he had completely forgotten what kind of frame Brainstorm even was. It would take a few minutes for Nancy Drew over here to piece together this mystery. "We, we used to have a drone. I dunno what happened to them? They were really cute, had preeeetty long fingers but a really cute face. Really cute face. Always smiling." Aid tried to mimic the smile, not taking into consideration half his face was covered minus the tiny spot that was left open for his straw to peak. Only his optics were a real indication of emotion at this point. Maybe he should fix that. "H-hey... Brainy... Promise you won't make fun of me..." Without further explanation, Aid reached one hand up to fuss with his mask. Ordinarily it would be simple, but his digits were wet from the condensation on the drinks. A soft click and a pop, and with that the face mask was lowered to the table top to join brainstorms. He lacked a defining chin, nothing that could compete with fulcrum that was certain. Instead of the typical boxy, strong, firm jawline most of the mech's with visible faces had First Aid's face was far more delicate. Easily he could be mistaken for a fembot, not that his voice helped disprove it anyways with its pitch. Delicate and soft like the rest of him, it was oddly fitting. His servo quivered as it abandoned the mask on the table to go back to holding Brainstorm's hand. That felt a lot better. "An-anyways... If ya have the free time, I'd love for ya to come help me with stuff in the 'bay. Maybe, maybe you'll think it's a lot less scary too." |
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