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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 8, 2011 8:12:56 GMT -5
Skystrike returns Rampage’s glare with a shrug. If the small mech didn’t want to be treated like a fool, then he would refrain from actively doing foolish things. This was actually a very gentle reprimand for the kind of behavior he’d exhibited; many others have paid with their lives rather than some mild mocking in the quarantine.
“Very well,” she rumbles in answer to Skyfire, crossing her arms and leaves it at that. It’ll take as long as it needs to take and the seeker wasn’t going to rush the medic just because she didn’t like it here. The safety of the rest of the ship took precedent over personal discomfort.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Apr 11, 2011 21:36:46 GMT -5
Rook's glare only makes Rampage chuckle harder. Oh, what he'd like to do to the little Predacon, to turn that discomfort into feat and agony... And oh, how he'd like to tear out Skystrike's irritating little processors and see how she likes it when he eats those. But those are all empty fantasies for the moment, and he knows it.
"I'm already here longer than necessary," he says, and begins restlessly strumming his fingers against one of his crossed arms.
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Post by Rook on Apr 12, 2011 20:17:48 GMT -5
Rook is fairly sure he already listed his symptoms for Skyfire, but he lists them again anyway. He talks slowly and enunciates clearly, in his best talking-to-young-children-and-elected-officials voice. "I am feeling light-headed. The puncture wounds where I was stung by space worms are triggering receptors in my superstructure causing itching. The actions of my self-repair systems are causing said wounds to swell."
If Rook is having any other symptoms, he isn't aware of them yet. He shoots Rampage a dirty look. Honestly, it's like the overgrown Predacon has never been in a medical ward before.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on Apr 13, 2011 21:16:09 GMT -5
This was swiftly, already, spinning out of Skyfire's control. He gives a nervous look over at Skystrike--she seems to be reasonable, but...that might not last. It feels as though there is a countdown clock ticking down over his head, only...he can't tell when 'zero' is.
"Please," he stammers, to Rampage. "I'm doing my best. I'm--I'm rather new here." He realizes right after he says it that that is probably a mistake to admit.
And yes, he has already asked Rook his symptoms but...nervous!shuttle is nervous, and hiding behind protocol. And the next step of the protocol is to get Rook into the decon unit. "Please?" He points, politely, to the small stall. Rook might want some, well, you know, privacy.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 15, 2011 15:29:31 GMT -5
You needn’t worry so much, Skyfire. Skystrike was very, very patient, even when dealing with idiots who ate space worms. And no, Rampage, she’s not going to let that go anytime soon.
“And you will stay as long as necessary,” she rumbles at the crab, idly crossing her legs. “Your decontamination is just as necessary as anyone else’s. Do not think you can rush the medic in favor of your own impatience.” She will hold the impertinent brat down herself if it comes to it. But that won’t need to happen, will it, Rampage?
Skyfire mentioning his newbie status earns an arched brow from the seeker. It was pretty obvious already, but it wasn’t particularly intelligent to announce it, no. If anything, he was probably about to earn a harder time from Rampage for it. The seeker sighs quietly and prepares for what will undoubtedly be a long few hours.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Apr 16, 2011 15:06:40 GMT -5
Rampage has been in medical wards many times in the past. That's the problem.
He snorts at Skyfire, the spikes around his mouth and head contorting in his version of a sneer. "Never seen a Predacon before, little to no experience with this equipment, absent-minded... my confidence in Decepticon medical care positively swells."
Shooting a Skystrike another dark look, he says, "I'm still here, aren't I?" If he was going to try and dodge the quarantine process, he would have done so before they got locked into medbay. "However, I'd prefer if the incompetence of our medic didn't force us to remain here longer than necessary."
Sorry, Skyfire, but you're stuck with a crabby patient.
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Post by Rook on Apr 16, 2011 21:13:05 GMT -5
Rook steps into the decontamination shower and slams the door shut behind him, much the way a teenage girl on an anime might when there are Stupid Boys around. A moment later those outside can hear the sound of the shower running.
"I'm sure the good doctor is perfectly competent, Rampage," he calls, voice echoing slightly as voices do in a shower stall. Perhaps lacking in ethics, he thinks privately to himself, though that would be par for the course around here.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on Apr 25, 2011 22:12:47 GMT -5
Skyfire: Worst Decepticon Ever. He's not hostile enough, admits to his mistakes, and has ethics. And he might seem absentminded but that's because he's logging a note to try and find some sort of...entertainment or reading material for the holding room.
"I'm doing my best and generally, it's pretty good." One advantage of being slow and methodical is being...well, methodical.
Rook is at least deconaminating. "Is that helping with the itching?" He hopes so. He turns to the cabinet, digging in it before approaching Rampage.
"I am going to need a solid swab of your oral intake cavity." He holds out an implement and a plastic bag to put the head of the swab in after collection. It's a choice, Rampage: would you like to gag yourself, or have the big shuttle with the REALLY BIG hands do it for you?
If Skyfire were a better Decepticon, he'd enjoy this.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 27, 2011 17:52:13 GMT -5
“Why, Rampage,” Skystrike rumbles flatly, “it almost sounds like you’d prefer another medic here.” Tarantulas if they were really lucky? Even better; one of the Mayhems because you definitely want them taking the time off to do your de-worming.
She is only slightly amused when Skyfire walks over to ask Rampage for a swab. Only slightly.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Apr 28, 2011 14:36:12 GMT -5
"Mrgh," Rampage mutters, glaring at Skystrike. On further thought, perhaps Skyfire is the preferable option to someone who knows very well what they're doing and would enjoy the opportunity to poke around in his innards, necessary or not.
Still, that doesn't mean he has to like Skyfire. He turns his glare to their acting medic, silently daring him to try shoving something in his mouth without his permission. He will bite.
But to spare himself the indignity of something trying to forcibly swab his mouth, he deigns to do it himself, snatching the swab and wiping it inside his oral cavity before dropping it in the bag. Then he leans back against the wall and glares some more.
Medbays. Why did it have to be medbays?
OOC: Rampage is skippable, if possible, until I get back.
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Post by Rook on Apr 30, 2011 12:23:37 GMT -5
Rook's player imagines Skyfire holding a big syringe full of "apple-flavored" dewormer like they give horses when Skystrike's player mentions deworming Rampage.
The crow calls back, "The itching is subsiding yes," in response to Skyfire's question. Also all the wonderful oils are washing off of his beautiful glossy black feathers and they're going to be a tattered mess. As if hard vacuum, space worms, and a firefight weren't enough. The indignity of it all is enough to put one off one's energon.
A single feather gets hit just right by the shower and detaches to flutter down and rest on the drain. Rook stares at the treacherous appendage accusingly for a good minute or so before emerging from the decontamination shower and looking around for a towel. He looks exactly as ridiculous as you would think he would, and narrows his optics at everyone, as though daring the peasants to comment.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on May 8, 2011 23:16:34 GMT -5
Skyfire is pleasantly surprised by Rampage's compliance. He can understand why the mech might be a bit...testy, but he was being a good patient. "Thank you," he says, taking the bagged swab back. "From culturing this, we should be able to tell if you need a full fuel systems flush."
Which is a horrible, invasive and humiliating procedure. Skyfire hopes, for Rampage's sake, it doesn't come to that.
"While we're waiting," he turns to the Seeker, "Perhaps you would decontaminate yourself?" He casts a look over to the stall where a...surprisingly bedraggled looking Rook is standing there, looking somehow entirely miserable. Uh oh.
"A-are you in pain, Rook? It should sting perhaps, but nothing more than that." He'd read the database!
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 10, 2011 20:00:30 GMT -5
“Of course,” Skystrike rumbles, uncrossing her arms and leaning off the wall. She casts Rook a mildly curious look as she steps past him and into the stall but doesn’t otherwise comment on his appearance.
The seeker does cast a brief, narrow opticked glance at Rampage before shutting the door however. It was probably too much too hope that she won’t be opening it to find trouble, but the crab appeared to be behaving thus far.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 11, 2011 20:08:41 GMT -5
"I won't," Rampage says to Skyfire, with an edge to his voice that hints that even if the tests say he does, he'd rather blast his way out of this lab and tear out his own fuel system and flush it with fire than let a medic perform a system flush on him.
Not being in a good mood right now, Rampage will take his amusement where he can get it, and the extremely bedraggled Rook is just begging for it with that look. He breaks into his characteristic bellowing cackle at the crow's expense. Skyfire's stuttering concern at the situation just makes him laugh all the harder.
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Post by Rook on May 11, 2011 22:33:18 GMT -5
"I. Feel. Fine," Rook insists to Skyfire, giving Rampage a look with daggers in it as he draws his wings around himself like a cloak. He turns up his nose and struts toward the blow-dryer or heating pad or whatever they have.
It just figures that of the other three people in the room, two of them don't know anything about fur, feathers, and the like, and the other one is Rampage.
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