Paging Dr. Mixmaster

[Eye-fire]

Eye-Fire has now been missing his arm for something along two and a half days, and he is not happy. Not that its easy to tell, at least not for those without a degree in Understanding the Mysteries Of Sentient Sniper Rifles.

He is now though slightly happier that its time to get his arm reattached, and is heading down to medical. Hopefully Hook or Shockwave or someone can get his arm back on quickly.
He opens the medibay door with his left hand, hesitating slightly as he tries to use a hand that no longer exists, and steps inside, looking for whoever is meant to reattach his arm....

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OOC: Time wise, this takes place a day after the party. About

[Mixmaster]

Mixmaster looks up from where he sits comfortably on the floor of the medbay as the door opens. He doesn't bother to stand up, only gripping the datapad of notes in his lap a little tighter as Eye-fire comes into view.

"Yes-yes? What do you want?"

Oh he can see the lack of an arm easily enough, he's just ignoring it.

[Eye-fire]

"I was told by, I forget who now, to come down at this time to get my arm reattached. Is Hook around?" Eye-Fire says as he steps in and mono-eyes Mixmaster. He'll ask him why he's sitting on the floor later.

[Mixmaster]

"Nope!" Mixmaster says brightly, drawing his legs closer to himself and settling into a more comfortable position. "Hook's not here. You're stuck, Little-Shox." A bright, eager-to-help smile slips onto the Constructicon's face. "So, so sorry."

If Eye-Fire specifically asks for Hook then it's Eye-Fire's own fault when perfectly capable mechs like Mixmaster himself don't offer their perfectly capable services while under the impression that a patient is seeking one specific mech. All Eye-Fire's fault. And Mixmaster being bored has absolutely nothing to do with it. At all.

[Eye-fire]

Eye-Fire deflates slightly. He doesn't trust any other mechs that work in medical to do this properly, and Shockwave is probably too busy.
Wait, Mixmaster is also a Constructicon, maybe he knows things other than spiking drinks and blowing stuff up....

"You don't happen to be capable of doing this, do you? I'm sadly quite useless without this particular arm." Eye-Fire says, and secretly hopes that Mixmaster shares Hook's skill with a scalpel.

[Mixmaster]

"Are you sure you don't want Hook to look at it?" Mixmaster asks, but he's already clambering to his feet, noticeably excited and gesturing to an empty berth. The datapad falls to the ground with a clatter the chemist ignores.

"You're Eye-Fire, yes-yes?" And Mixmaster's already combing his own memory banks for the schematics on the gun-former, just on the off chance he'd have them hidden in there somewhere.

[Eye-fire]

"I'd rather not upset his schedule by making myself a nuisance later." Eye-Fire says as he moves towards the indicated berth.

"Yes, I'm Eye-Fire. I should probably ask for a room cloer to here actually"

[Mixmaster]

Mixmaster grins brightly as he finally finds Eye-Fire's schematics. "Ah Hook doesn't mind patients!" This is a lie. "He's actually a great big softie under all that dramatic flailing of his, really!" This is an even bigger lie. And this is Mixmaster's own, personal view of the world.

The chemist practically bounds up to Eye-Fire, a big grin on his face and a brightness to his optics as he looks over the space where the gun-former's arm should be. "Hmm...that's the arm your gun is on, right-right?" It's more a statement than a question. Then, completely serious, the chemist turns his optics to Eye-Fire's...face.

"Are you sure you want it back?"

[Eye-fire]

"I'll take your word for it." Eye-Fire says as he lies back. No, no he won't. He hasn't had Hooks anger directed at him in the past because he can shut up and listen, but he's known mechs who haven't, and they tend to end about as useful as can openers.

"Seeing as it was my only weapon, yes, I'd like it back if at all possible."

[Mixmaster]

Mixmaster buzzes at Eye-Fire in protest. "But are you sure? Y-you could get something even better. L-like a...crossbow, or a cannon, or...or a squirt gun. It wouldn't be that hard to reformat you to make it fit. Really! You could even be a tank!" Not really, but the chemist's getting excited over here.

There's an eager glow to the Constructicon's optics and he looks at Eye-Fire as though he'd just been told that Christmas was coming early.

[Eye-fire]

"Er, I appreciate the sentiment, but I'd rather just keep with the arm gun. I'm not entirely sure what I'd do with a squirtgun either..." Eye-Fire trails off as he realises he probably should have waited for Hook, or bothered Shockwave and weathered the angry storm.

[Mixmaster]

...Told Christmas was coming early by a con-artist.

Mixmaster makes a muttering noise and turns his optics back to the missing section of arm. "You can do a lot with a squirt gun. Like acids. Everybody likes acids..."

The Constructicons again looks back at Eye-Fire's scope-face, optics a bit more wary. "You're...sure?" But Mixmaster's turning away already with another buzzing noise. "Y-you're choice, then! Nothing else, Little Shox?"

Now to fetch that mold he'd had a little while ago...

[Eye-fire]

"No, I wouldn't want to trouble you with anything else." Eye-Fire says as he leans back and relaxes slightly more.

If Mixmaster keeps up with the "little Shox" thing he's going to sit down with him and go over both of thier technical diagrams until Mixmaster points out the exact bit that makes Eye-Fire a smaller version of Shockwave.

[Mixmaster]

Found it!

Mixmaster looks back over his shoulder at Eye-Fire. "But just making an arm completely from scratch that holds a vital component for a proper transformation is boring!" The chemist walks over to his carefully sterilized work area and sets the mold down, along with his tool-kit. Mixmaster turns back to Eye-Fire and eyes him consideringly. "I think you could do with a few minor enhancements, yes? Do you agree?"

And Eye-Fire is Little-Shox because he is also a gun-former without a face and he has a gun-arm (the fact he has a hand with this gun-arm is inconsequential). Therefore, the name was obviously Meant To Be.

[Eye-fire]

"Assuming they would aid me in my intended function as sniper and scout, then yes, I would welcome them." Eye-Fire says, sensing the need to compromise before he ends up with most of their spare arsenal attached to his arm.