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Post by Spinister on Sept 6, 2009 21:09:19 GMT -5
Hmmm... Day 7 okay by folks? Or late Day 6?
Unconscious men, however, can be awakened and forced to speak.
Spinister ghosts through the medical ward, touching nothing but the floor and only with his feet, his hands laced behind his back and above his tail rotor.
There are those here with which he would speak, oh yes.
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 6, 2009 23:54:44 GMT -5
Counterpunch is unconscious no longer, though he seems to only now be coming around, thanks to the combined efforts of medical staff and his own self-repair systems. He groans, then looks around. Then he hmphs softly, as though used to waking up in medical, and rolls over. In doing so, he spies the pacing helicopter.
"I'm betting you're in here for a reason," he rasps.
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Post by Mistwind on Sept 7, 2009 6:47:49 GMT -5
One is around, but not online. Mistwind's mind is far off, disconnected from the world in a sleep-like process. In perfect sync, the smallish Con is even curled tightly around his favored plush.
------------------------------------- Wake when needed.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 7, 2009 11:09:54 GMT -5
One optic flickers on, the other trying to, but failing. Jetstorm lays, semi-pinned down from the various support systems hooked into his body. He was attempting to rest and hope that the peace and quiet would last a bit longer. Too much to hope for, huh?
He lets his currently one good optic shut back off and lays his head back, wincing slightly as he does so. He's semi-aware of everything, but would rather rest, so he's quiet at the moment.
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Post by Spinister on Sept 8, 2009 21:34:33 GMT -5
Spinister turns on a heel to stare at Counterpunch, looking the car Decepticon over foot to head. He says nothing.
Flicker. There was a flicker from Jetstorm's optics. Is the Vehicon awake? Spinister's helicopter blades on his back twitch.
Spinister moves to stand right behind Counterpunch and lightly drapes the tips of his fingers on the medical berth currently supporting Counterpunch. He murmurs lowly, "Everything I do has a reason. You wouldn't be presuming to be so unlucky as to be my reason now, would you?"
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 9, 2009 8:14:13 GMT -5
"Do I presume? Don't know about that, but I think I can safely assume I'm connected to the reason," Counterpunch grunts, settling down in his berth. He groans faintly, as his repairs are still far from complete and turns in his berth, spending some time shifting in an attempt to get more comfortable.
He fails.
"So we going to get this over with anytime soon?" he asks grumpily.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 9, 2009 11:13:05 GMT -5
The general shifts a bit, bringing one of his hands up to rest tenderly on his chest. He has yet to be repainted after being singed badly, so most of his body is a dull silver color, singed black. One of his clawed fingers scratches lightly at his chest as he tries to force on both optics. Again, he fails, managing only one optic to light up.
He peers over at Spinster and Counterpunch, and then lets out a cycle of air that could be close to a sigh. "Shh," he mutters quietly. "Mistwind's trying to sleep. And I was until there was noise."
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Post by Spinister on Sept 10, 2009 21:13:13 GMT -5
Interesting quibble about terminology and semantics from a grunt known to have an ill temper. Spinister would sooner except that kind of debate from Hook.
Spinister tries to pick Counterpunch up, actually. he's not gentle in making his grab, and if he gets Counterpunch, it won't be a comfortable hold.
He glares coldly over at Jetstorm and says calmly, "I knew you were awake. Don't pretend to be out again. I'll make sure you're out if you do. Don't radio anyone. Don't talk to anyone."
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 10, 2009 23:10:17 GMT -5
Counterpunch is grabbed and held. He blinks up at Spinister with irritation, and squirms in the grasp, his hands clenching, unclenching, and then clenching again.
"Hey, let go of me!" he growls, and starts to look ready to lunge.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 11, 2009 9:58:42 GMT -5
"Aren't you just a ball of sunshine. Yea, I was awake when you came in. I -- ow..." Jetstorm winces as he lowers his hand back down and then dims his optic. One of the systems surges a bit of power into his body to help the recovery which seems to hurt. It's for the better though, but he lays back down, wanting to just curl up into a ball and hug himself. He settles for watching what's going on nearby with Spinster and Counterpunch.
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Post by Hook on Sept 12, 2009 21:13:20 GMT -5
Hook is lurking somewhere in the background. Specifically, he is sitting on a stool and working on a datapad, organizing inventory information.
He is also keeping an eye on Spinister. This should not be reassuring, really.
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Skippable.
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Post by Mistwind on Sept 13, 2009 15:24:45 GMT -5
Mistwind gives a reflexive twitch as voices fill the room. His expression turns into a pained frown for just a moment, before relaxing.
---------------------- Offline, his rest is being slightly disturbed though.
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Post by Spinister on Sept 13, 2009 21:15:35 GMT -5
Spinister orders Counterpunch, "Stop struggling." Spinister isn't very strong, though, so if Counterpunch wants to get free, he certainly can. Spinister is heading for a quarantine cell in the medical ward, the kind that locks out radio waves. He can only hope he's not too late.
He does answer Jetstorm coldly, "No. Sunbeam is a ball of sunshine. I am not."
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 14, 2009 19:28:59 GMT -5
Counterpunch... continues to struggle for a second. Then he stops. The delay could just be a finishing of the previous motion. Then he simply glowers at Spinister as he's dragged towards the quarantine cell, as best that a faceless mechanoid can glower.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Sept 16, 2009 10:18:48 GMT -5
Jetstorm 'hmphs' and lays his head to the side, watching Mistwind lay quietly and not bothered by Spinster or Counterpunch. Lucky kid.
He fingers a wire that had fallen across one of his claws and then slumps all the way back, resting until he's bothered again.
ooc: skippable until it's his time for questioning
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