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Party Hard; Open for brainstorm [End]
Topic Started: 11 Apr 2016, 05:22 AM (253 Views)
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"I mean, shots can be taken slowly?" Brainstorm hummed for a moment in thought. "Maybe they can't. I- well we could always get blue next? If you want another round, that is." They did have until Swerve's closed, which didn't generally happen until late, not even considering that it was still technically shore leave, so probably pretty late.

Brainstorm didn't mind the attention. With all the time he spent secluded in a lab away from other lifeforms he was surprised it didn't bother him more. If he put enough thought into it it was a little unsurprising. First Aid was kind and nurturing, as willing to share and talk as he was to listen to others. A fine example of where that patience came into play.

"Long fingers! Not long arms, my bad. Long arms probably wouldn't be good for much." Mh, carrying things maybe? Only light things. "I can give it a smile though."

Brainstorm scoffed at First Aid's words as the medic removed his mask. "Make fun of you for what? You're cute." Brainstorm shook his head, he understood the insecurity a lot of masked mechs felt without their masks, but First Aid's concern was very misplaced. Brainstorm had always imagined Rewind's face looking something like First Aid's, not anymore though. First Aid's face wasn't really anything he'd pictured, but now that he'd seen it he couldn't really picture it any other way.

"I doubt I'll ever not find the medibay unsettling, but I'd have no qualms helping regardless." Another crack of thunder and Brainstorm managed to ignore it for the most part, all but a subtle twitch of his left wing. "If I did give the droid a smile do you think it should be painted on? Or should I just mold out a face?" Maybe a simple non realistic face? He could hammer some lines into the metal to give it a shape? Paint would probably be easier, but a metal face would never chip or need a repaint.
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Well that was one twitch too many. Even bubbly, First Aid noticed. That was it. The excuse to justify switching benches. That, and well, it would bother him if he didn't comfort Brainstorm. Letting go, First aid put both palms as he stood up. Sure, he swayed a little bit as he scooted out of his side, but walking the corner of the table was surprisingly easy, though as he lowered himself to sit his aft hit a little hard to the bench. No matter. Facing Brainstorm now, Aid had a new set of priorities. First was taking back his hand in his own.

"Twitching. Is it the weather?"

Surprisingly he didn't slur as much as he thought he might, optics carefully watching Brainstorms wings. He already knew it was the weather. Right. Brainstorm was a jet. No tires. Nope.

"The more ya talk about this little fella to help me out... The more relieved I'm feeling... Heavy lifting has gotten a little hard. Spark pains, though it should... S-should stop soon."

Giving Brainstorm a hesitant pat on one wing, he hesitated to let his palm linger. It was always hit or miss with how sensitive the wings could be. Aid's tongue peaked out between his lips, deep in concentration. He was swimming, swimming a little too deep to think as rational as he could.

"We... We still got a little time before ten comes ta get out drink order... I 'unno what happened over there buuut?"

Aid have a little shrug, turning his focus back to brainstorm. Another soft pat to his wing before First Aid took the plunge and scooted in close, letting their thighs bump subtly. Nervous, he pulled himself back just as fast as he had moved in. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Y-yeah, that little drone though... Not long arms but long fiiiingers would be better. Long fingers for holding things. Grip heavy boxes... Yeah, lifting heavy boxes would be best. But, I like the idea of a face painted. Nothing too realistic, maybe just... A simple smiley face..."
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"Hm?" Brainstorm inquired before realization flashed over his face. "Oh! Yeah, yeah can't do much about that." Brainstorm glanced back to his wing as he spoke. First Aid's expression was briefly concerned as his attention turned on Brainstorm's wings.

Brainstorm scooted farther into the bench to make room for First Aid when his intent to switch benches was made clear. Listening to First Aid's paced discussion of the droid all the while.

"Spark pains? That... I'm no medic but that sounds like... it could be kinda dangerous physically?" Brainstorm wasn't sure if First Aid had that same tendency as Ratchet to take awful care of himself, if it was serious Velocity would've noticed something amiss right? At this point Brainstorm had accepted the security First Aid had taken in holding his servo. Brainstorm returned the contact with nonchalance.

Brainstorm snorted a laugh as First Aid cautiously prodded at his wing. Wings generally were sensitive, uncomfortably so. Usually only when mechs actually flew. He hadn't flown since... since he went back in time? That chase with Cyclonus? Otherwise his wings just served to take up space. His wings weren't quite as expressive or as sensor filled as a Praxian's doorwings, but he could feel minute shifts in the air when the room was quiet and empty.

He glanced over to where he'd seen Ten by the bar, he was hunched over the surface of the bar with a finger to his lip, Swerve pointing a finger at a spilled tray on the floor. Swerve huffed before patting Ten on one of his much larger arms, tossing him a rag before returning to his work. Brainstorm looked back down to First Aid when the smaller bot shifted around on the bench.

"You got it, nice and simple, a painted face, long fingers. Any color specifics?" Brainstorm had a lot of different colors at his disposal, he was sure the medibay carried paint for all sorts of nonsense too, but it would do him well to try his hand at something new. He often didn't get far enough into a non weaponized project to ever paint it. Swerve's Blaster being one of the only exceptions, also a great excuse to use colored bulbs for no reason.

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His soft hum was easily washed out by the tones of the bar, his delicate hand sliding up Brainstorms wing only to gently caress back downwards. He repeated the motion, tracing the outline of the wing a few more times before moving more inward. Admittedly he never really saw brainstorm fly all too much, but then again Aid too never really had much use of his emergency form unless it was to clear a hall. Or embarrass someone on board. It could go either way.

"No, no, not much one can dooo about the weather, I s'pose."

Still, the light massage would at least relieve the tension. Aid would never admit he enjoyed getting to be hands on with his care, as it wasn't just a one sided release of tension. His tanks gave a little flip as his spark felt less tight within his chest casing.

"Well, Brainy, I can't really help it. I didn't ask to be shipped ahead of the four bots I'm bonded with... Did ya know that if we are in the same area we can feel eeeeeverything the other can feel? Everythiiiiing. So I can calm them when someone's nervous... And hottt sphooots able to be all confident when I'm insecure... B-but the worst is if one of us gets sick we aaaaall get sick. Gottssssa split up reaaaaally fast."

They had found that out the hard way on one of their last days on Cybertron. Aid couldn't remember all the details, only that they had been talking with the members of Superion. The bots were giving them advice about being a new gestalt and how to cope. Well, Groove hadn't felt so hot and slowly he couldn't hide it. Aid was the first to feel it, and quickly it spread to the others. It was such a fast sensation, the instant wave of nausea before getting scooped up against his will and rushed out of the room. Everyone sides for Groose was taken into a different direction. As poor Groove was stuck purging his tanks, Aid and Streetwise met similar fates. Blades and Hot Spot had been able to hold it together. First Aid remembered it as being a learning experience. He wondered if it applies to other sensations too, he saw no reason not to disbelieve though. Gestalts were all or nothing.

Unfortunately his all was extremely far away, leaving him with nothing. It hurt.

"I'll feel better when the others get here... B-but 'till then, this helps..." Loosely he lifted up his hand, still holding Brainstorm's and lifting it with him.

"I have ooooddles of red paint at the medbay it could use a new home if you'd want it."

Aid had stocked up on special items specifically for Ambulon without him knowing. Paint to do the detailing on this patchy spots, along with bandages to cover them if Ambulon adamantly refused to let Aid paint him. Not to mention some suppressors, as Aid knew Ambulon would pick and scratch if he got too itchy. True, Ambulon shouldn't have to hide his past, but if he hadn't wanted to hide who he had been why get a shitty paint job to cover up in the first place? Red or purple, his spark beat fast. The gold that lined his face was perfect, a complement to his eyes.

He had to stop. Not this, not now.

"lots of red. I'd like for it to be red. Maybe little white wingies? Medical cross decals on each? I dunno, so long as it looks not scary and can lift boxes... Maybe beep to communicate...?"

Even one beep yes two beeps no would be enough for him. First Aid already could tell this new drone was quickly going to become his baby. Would that make Brainstorm the other parent? Aid wasn't sure if Brainstorm saw all his creations as his babies. Oh well. Servos occupied, spark at ease, Aid almost completely forgot about their next order of drinks.
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The repetitive motions were soothing, if not numbing to the sensors on his wings. Brainstorm relaxed into his seat, venting a strutless sigh.

Brainstorm frowned, listening to First Aid's explanation for his spark pains. Brainstorm slumped down in his seat so he was more level with First Aid, wrapping a single arm around First Aid's shoulders with a sad exhale. "I'm sorry. Never had a bond like that but it has to be stressful to be seperated." It was a simple gesture when compared to how much First Aid was missing.

He couldn't say he really knew what a gestalt felt like, sharing so much with so many all at once. The closest he could come in comparison was other mto's, even then it was a stretch. It was a silent sort of acknowledgment, half smiles shared in passing and an appreciation that was lost on most. He couldn't name many, there was Riptide, and Getaway down in the brig. Since boarding the Lost Light he'd heard rumors of Ambulon being an mto, he couldn't say for certain if those were true. He should have asked Ambulon when he'd had the chance to.

"Red it is then, maybe some white? Medical colors and all y'know? You sure you want red decals on the wings though? It might look kinda..." Kinda like Pharma. The only way the medibay could be more unsettling than it was would be if a little mechanism floated around looking like Pharma. "I can make it a beep." Brainstorm jumped right over the previous line of thought. "Any preferred dialect?"

He had enough nightmare material as it was, having dreams about a mini Pharma would make it impossible to sleep. Like normal Pharma but smaller, with- with a small little chainsaw arm and everything. Would it run fast? Could it fly? Brainstorm suppressed a shudder at the thought.
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"Stressful is a good word... Not a good word but it fitssss. Oogh... I miss them, Brainy... It's hard to adjust to feeling four others, being your own mech and part of something greater. To have that comfort pulled from me, pulled right after Ambulon's loss... Trailbreaker's loss..."

A puff of hot air left his vents, feeling Brailstorm pull an arm around his shoulders. Thankfully the jet looked way more comfortable after the caresses to his wings, leaving Aid's tired servo free to wrap around Brainstorm's middle. Loose at first, Aid pulled in for a half hug. Something more, almost able to press his cheek to the other.

"Ratchet... Always talked 'bout forged medic's being suuuuuperior to cold constructed. I mean, I carry more medical coding than Ambulon had... But, uh, is it too personal ta' ask 'bout being constructed... I don't think I'll ever understand how Ambulon felt about that... I wonder if Ratchet's words had hurt him..."

There were far other things First Aid regretted not asking when he had the chance, this was among the less personal. Death was hard to cope with, as was the mutilation. Brainstorm was the only other mech on board that could truly understand.

"Red n' white would be nice... Please no blue. No blue... But I'd like the decals... And a cheery face..." Aid hadn't really made the connection on the wings, not like Brainstorm had. To aid, it was little markings that would make the the drone fit in.

It probably was no secret at this point that Aid hadn't wanted to go back 'home' alone. Even if that meant when Swerve finally did close that he crashed with Brainstorm in the lab. Hopefully Brainstorm would be as open to the idea when time came around.

But they still had awhile. Ten finally found their way back over, ready to get the next order and clear away the empty glasses. Before Brainstorm could even speak, Aid turned to smile at Ten, letting go briefly of Brainstorms hand to point at the drink menu.

"Two of the purple ones... 'N gimme one of the pink ones too..."

He'd have to make sure to leave a nice tip for Ten. But with ten now gone, Aid's hand found its way back to holding Brainstorm's.

This was at least comfortable. For while it lasted.
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Brainstorm rested his chin atop First Aid's helm when he mentioned their lost friends. The quiet, later hours of the evening and First Aid, warm and soft as he spoke, were making him tired. Brainstorm shuttered his optics wearily.

He hated how quiet his processor felt, how empty and wandering his mind was. Unoccupied, the problem was that he didn't have anything in particular to focus on, nothing to capture his attention. Too much time to think, too much time to dwell and too much time to get upset over things he couldn't change.

Brainstorm vented his relief when First Aid spoke, disturbing the thoughtful fog of his mind.

"Would it surprise you if there was no difference between forged mechs and constructed ones?" Brainstorm tapped out an uneven tempo on the back of First Aid's hand. "Ratchet can say what he likes, but Ambulon did his job all the same. Helping people isn't a competition." The medical field wasn't a competitive one, it wasn't supposed to be.

"I'll comm you when I've finished it then, you can swing by with the paint and I can finish it up." Okay, he could do wings. Maybe? Floppy little doorwings? He could hook up some proximity sensors on the doorwings so it didn't bump into things. That'd be nice right? Doorwings were acknowledged pretty widely as an attractive feature, excluding Bluestreak, and any other bot with doorwings.

"Pink huh? That one always tasted overly metallic to me." His sweet tooth aside, there was a reason the pink one was preferred, a lot of mechs liked the metallic taste. Hopefully the purple one was sweet.
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All First Aid could do was snort at the comment. Brainstorm was right, the medical field shouldn't have been a competition. The medic's should be working together not put against one another. Besides, it really had only been Ratchet who had the huge sense of pride. Ratchet and Pharma. Maybe it was something with that generation of bots above him, thinking that everything needed to be a pissing contest. This was too deep of a thought for his processor. Ambulon was dead because of their pissing contest. Aid had been demoted, lead on and abandoned over their petty feud.

"You'd think, Brainy. Guess I'm not like other mech's... Other meds... Medics. Always... Gotta argue and fuss. Why can't we just help everyone. Put our weapons down and... I 'unno. Hold hands. Forged, cold, it shouldn't matter who's MTO or not..."

Briefly he let go of Brainstorm's hand again, reaching to his face to rub with his fist. His optics were starting to well with a little fluid, starting to feel the same weariness Brainstorm was feeling. Still, they could least finish up their last round and head on out. Wherever out ended up being that is.

"Pink is the metallic one...? Maybe that's the one I'm allergic to... I don't remember anymore...."

Allergic was the wrong word, but intolerant was long gone from the vocabulary. It was a miracle he could even tell the colors apart, everything was just a drink at this point. Be it blue, green, yellow, on fire. All just something to pour down his intake and make his tanks burn momentarily. It was time to hold Brainstorm's hand again until the last round reached the table. It was a tiny gesture of affection but Aid loved the comfort.

"I insist, when we finish up, you come b-back with me? To the medbay once we we are done? I'm not too certain my legs will hold... I don't know where my habsuite is..."
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"Well, I don't think it matters. A cold spark doesn't look any different than a forged one." Brainstorm laughed a little, pulling away a bit so First Aid could see his expression.

"You know who a-always used to go on about the difference?" Brainstorm shook his head at the memory. "He- Quark, he used to go on about how there was a difference, but it was a psychological one, like a... I can't remember how he used to say it. Something about how it didn't make a real difference. He always found a way to prove me wrong, then prove me right again." It was annoying, so annoying when Quark did that. Brainstorm missed it now.

"Yeah, we could stay in the medibay. 'M not that picky." Brainstorm pressed a servo to his optics for a moment. "But if I wake up and panic you can't say I didn't warn you." It was a smart move, the medibay was the closest. The labs resided a level below this floor and the habsuites were just above. The medibay was only a few hallways and a couple turns away.

Brainstorm repositioned himself, rubbing at his optics again. Pit he really didn't wanna fall asleep in a booth at Swerve's.
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Even as bubbly as his processor was, the mention of Quark was quite sobering. Aid knew to hush up and listen, as this could be the one window he'd receive to learn about Quark. Least from Brainstorms point of view. While Aid knew there was little visible difference, there was an entire social stigma. Cold VS forged. It was something that Aid had on record for each file, but past a medical standpoint he saw little reason for it to be just as controversial as it had been.

After brainstorm was done pulling away, First Aid began digging up some Shanix. At first he counted them out clumsily only to get frustrated and leave more than enough on the counter. It would cover a tip and both their orders of drinks. Aid wouldn't let Brainstorm fight him on this one.

"B-Brainy c'mon lets go."

The two of them were drifting and First Aid would rather abandon their last round than to have a rude awakening because they chose to nap at their table. Scooting off the bench, First Aid loosely offered a hand to help Brainy get pulled up and outta the bench. Aid already knew which room in the Medbay he was going to bring him too.

The medbay had plenty of rooms, but there were berths for larger mechs in the back closer to the long term patients. While the long term rooms offered more privacy, the larger berth would accommodate Brainstorm's wings easier, and allow for First Aid to easily climb up too. It hadn't been the initial goal, to get Brainstorm to agree to sleep along sides him, but even woozy and wobbling Aid knew he'd sleep faaaaar better if he had someone besides him. His spark gave an impatient pulse, jutting through his chest casing, and the medic teetered slightly.

"Braaaaainy." The medic sang, just loud enough to hear over the music.
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Brainstorm frowned when First Aid picked up the tab himself, he unsubspaced a little extra. The tip was more than fair already but Brainstorm appreciated the patience Ten had had with them.

"Sure you wanna go now?" Brainstorm was slipping his mask back on despite his question. Barely getting the latches into place before his mask was reattached.

It was definitely for the best, anymore engex and he probably wouldn't be able to walk. Anymore peaceful chatting and he'd fall asleep. He really didn't wanna sleep in the medibay, but it beat sleeping on a bench in Swerve's.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Brainstorm scooted out of the booth, accepting the offered servo. He was grateful for the extra stability when he wavered on his pedes.

"Medibay right?" Brainstorm snatched First Aid's mask off of the table before they could forget it, handing it off to the medic.
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"If I don't get going now, that round we ordered won't be the last. 'N sides, my optics are starting to feel a little heavy, it's the first time I've felt welcomed and like everything's going to be okay since getting back on the ship. I don't.. Want to lose that feeling."

Once he had helped Brainstorm up, Aid gently took the mask back debating on putting it into his face or into his sub space. As much as he hadn't wanted to deal with the energex on his breath, he was more concerned with others seeing his face. Turned to brainstorm, back to the bar, Aid fumbled but got it to slide ad click into place. Thankfully there were No issues and first Aid felt comfortable once again.

"Yeah, medbay... We got some really nice pillows if you want one for each of your wings. Help them not be so straight and stiff..."

Aid already was looping his arm around Brainstorms waist, a bit too short to comfortably reach over shoulders. They could lean on one another, move at their own slow pace. He was starting to wonder what was more intoxicating; all the energex or Brainstorm's field. Engine giving a purr, First aid took their first step towards the door. He was tired and the thought of lying down was too to pass up.
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Brainstorm huffed a sigh, wrapping an arm around the medics shoulders as they crossed through the bar, carefully. Careful enough that he wasn't too worried about falling over.

"Mh, no pillows, the sensors are still pretty sensitive, even unconscious. Pillows would probably wake me up." The only thing he could really do about the stiffness was some basic stretches, that, or pay some attention to the joints. He'd rather not.

Brainstorm snorted a laugh when the medics field flopped over his own. He was careful to keep his heavier weight to himself, flight frames were pretty lightweight, but he didn't wanna risk falling on the floor. He was more comfortable than he had been in a long while, First Aid's field was calming, even in the uneven wash of emotion.

The hallways were mostly empty, only the occasional mech passing by, they didn't receive any funny looks for shuffling down the hallway half asleep either. More often than not, bots would end up shuffling home tired and intoxicated.
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Aid gave quick glance around as they stumbled, surprisingly not embarrassed any time he caught glance of another bot in the hall. Ordinarily the implication that he needed help finding his way back would send his cheek playing a crimson, however, this was a nice feeling and no amount of internal judgement was going to ruin this for him.

The bay was thankfully close by, Aid quickly opening the doors. Honestly, he should had locked it but... If someone had needed him, well he'd had gotten the alert that the doors were open this way. Now that he was here it was time to pick out a bed for the night.

Not even bothering to leave note for Lottie, he was far too drunk to even try to write anything legible, Aid tugged on Brainstorms arm gently, guiding him down an idle until they reached one of the larger beds for larger patients. There was hardly any equipment in this isolated area-- just a monitor and an IV drip. He teetered forwards, falling firm against Brainstorm's chest. Hands reached up to rub gently at those twitchy wings while he was there.

He hadn't really much to say at this point, sleep tugging wearily at his processor. All he could do was offer physical comforts, little nuzzles to his chest and neck, only if he really tippy toed on his pronged pedes, but it was a silent assurance that everything was going to be fine.
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The medibay was blessedly dim. You'd think the medibay being dim would make it more frightening, but no, it simply took the harsh gleam off of all of the blaring surfaces.

Brainstorm sighed his relief when they collapsed on the medical berth, it was big, and it was a hell of lot more comfortable than a lab bench. Brainstorm returned the affection, bonking his forehelm against the medics.

It was a relief, nothing plaguing his processor, nothing to stress him out, or to upset him.

"G'night." Brainstorm breathed with a content sigh. He wasn't sure if First Aid was already asleep yet or not, but it felt nice to have someone to say that too.
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