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Post by Dark Skyfire on May 15, 2011 16:35:17 GMT -5
Blow dryers, Rook. 720 degree blow dryers. Skyfire hopes for your sake you don't go all Scottish or you're going to catch quite a draft.
And Skyfire will do his best not to stare, though he's never seen a wet mech look so...bedraggled before. Normally they just look, you know, shiny.
He drops the sample swabs in the centrifuge to spin out the samples. In a few minutes they'll shunt to the test he's coding in. Because Skyfire likes suspense.
"Miss, uh...Miss Skystrike? How are you doing in there?" He is adamantly Not Looking. A mech has his manners, after all.
Meanwhile he's looking oddly at Rampage. Depending on how good the other mech is at reading body language, Skyfire's figuring the odds if he has to sit on top of Rampage to do the systems flush.
The odds are pretty good.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 15, 2011 18:08:11 GMT -5
“... Miss?” the seeker rumbles in confusion, pausing in the middle of rubbing her down her forearm. After a moment, she simply shakes her helm and reports, “nothing unusual as of yet.”
Skystrike frankly doesn’t care about people looking; she goes to the communal showers just like every other soldier. If Skyfire was uncomfortable with people looking though, he’d probably need to get used to that rather quickly- unless he liked showering in the labs.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 16, 2011 21:42:07 GMT -5
Oh, Rook, the more you glare, the more Rampage is going to laugh. In fact, he's going to just go and have a good chuckle interspersed by louder cackling now, because it's a good distraction from the fact that he's still stuck in this Unicron-cursed medbay and might be for awhile yet.
He's also going to ignore those looks Skyfire is giving him for now. If anyone tries to forcibly flush his systems, people are going to die. It won't be him, and it might not be Skyfire, but people. Will. Die.
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Post by Rook on May 17, 2011 19:31:32 GMT -5
Rook is British, not Scottish, so you're safe from seeing anything, Skyfire.
The crow stands under the blow dryer and activates it. It predictably inflicts further harm on his feathers. Instead of looking like a wet bird, he'll soon look like a bird that has been through the laundry. However, he's regained his composure and is tuning out Rampage's laughter. Let the small-minded take what amusement they can from his plight. He'll fix his plumage eventually.
"You are a Miss, are you not, Skystrike? That's what it says in your file. If there's been a mistake it is easy to correct." He can't really imagine anyone mistaking Skystrike for a female if she's actually male. The opposite mistake he can picture quite easily, but not everyone here is from a reality with females. Those poor souls.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on May 17, 2011 20:22:41 GMT -5
Skyfire is merely concerned for a femme's modesty. Soldiers can be...crude. "I-i'm sorry. Is there a term of address you prefer?" Many cultures, he knew, had different rules. Better to ask. Skystrike seemed like the type not to take offense, if he took steps to correct his error.
But it's a good sign if the decon is working. She might be in the clear.
Rook looks...in his unprofessional opinion...like a mess. He consults his datapad, trying not to stare. "D-do you have a diagnostics access hatch, Rook?"
As for Rampage, well. The centrifuge beeps, and Skyfire calls up the results. "Oh." Oh dear. "Rampage. Could I see you here. On an exam berth, please?" This one. The one with the holding straps.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 19, 2011 17:26:08 GMT -5
Skyfire should be more worried about Rook’s modesty, really, seeing as the Predacon wasn’t a soldier.
“I am Skystrike,” she says simply. “I only ask that you address me as such.” Beyond that, the seeker was generally apathetic to which gender anyone else decides to go with. It was, however, the first time someone had ever called her a 'miss'; odd that this particular issue should only come up now, what with the rampant gender confusion in both factions.
The seeker shuts the shower and flickers the water off her wings before stepping out. She glances down at the now rather, well, floofy Rook and refuses to make a comment. Then Skystrike looks up at Rampage when Skyfire asks the small mech to settle down on the berth, a low grumble rising from her chest. Good behavior, Rampage. Good behavior or she will help the good doctor to make him behave.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 20, 2011 21:01:02 GMT -5
Rampage isn't laughing anymore, not even with Rook looking more ridiculous than usual. He doesn't move an inch from his place lounging against the wall.
"No," he says, voice kept carefully calm and level. "You can see me perfectly well from there."
'Good behavior' is not part of Rampage's repertoire. Especially not when medics and berths with restraints are involved.
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Post by Rook on May 21, 2011 21:13:35 GMT -5
Rook is aware of his appearance, thanks, Skyfire. The nice thing about living on a futuristic spaceship is there are lots of shiny reflective surfaces so that one can bask in one's own beauty at will. Well, usually that's a nice thing. Now Rook just scowls at his reflection before composing himself to respond to the scientist. "Of course," he says, pressing two fingers to the side of his head as he strides over toward the huge shuttleformer. A panel slides back, revealing blinking lights and an interface port. "You'll need one of the smaller Beta-Tri adapters, I believe."
He nods at Skystrike when she states how she prefers to be addressed. Ever the professional, that one. Rampage, on the other hand ...
"Come now, Rampage, you know that Skyfire is only concerned with your health," he says in his most dulcet tone.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on May 23, 2011 18:02:10 GMT -5
"Yes, ma'am, Skystrike. I'll, uh, do my best to remember that. Ma'am." Oh this was going to be a problem: Skyfire does believe in military protocol. She certainly seemed competent, though, so he turned his attention to the slightly...fluffy looking specimen of Rook.
Skyfire fumbles for a moment, trying to find the specified adaptor. "Thank you. There's so much variety here, of mechs. I'm used to different species, different life forms entirely, but, well, I guess I thought mechs were...all the same." And not, like Rook, covered in those strange moving things that did not at all look like armor.
He bends down to attach the scanner. "Just a few moments, please," he murmurs, "I know you're impatient to get out of here, and I won't keep you longer than necessary."
He'd said it before, but he feels Rampage's bad mood like a growing pressure in the room.
And speaking of, he can't delay any longer, without, well, delaying. "I can see you well enough from here. But not treat you." He catches some of Rampage's dangerous stillness, and sighs. "Can you at least take the decontaminating shower as your colleagues have?" Start there, surely he can't see anything wrong with that.
Can he?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 26, 2011 19:44:36 GMT -5
“Hm.” Skyfire earns a rather amused look, but the blue flier doesn’t comment otherwise at his word fumbling.
“This universe is a strange place,” Skystrike comments idly on the subject of alikeness. “It’s odd that we can be so different and still all be the same race.” Not that she terribly minds considering the fact that she’d been courting one of the bladey-mechs around here.
“Rampage, it will either be you obeying the good doctor or me making you obey him,” she says flatly. “I should hope you accept the more dignified option as I would rather dislike having to forcibly restrain you.” With that, the seeker steps into the dryer, wings twitching with the very beginnings of impatience. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s wrestled unhappy fresh paints, but it hardly ever got any less annoying.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on May 27, 2011 20:31:50 GMT -5
"My health is my own concern," Rampage snaps at Rook.
Then he tenses and pushes away from the wall, ready to threaten Skystrike with what he'll do to her if she tries to forcibly restrain him. But that won't get him out of this Primus-damned medbay any sooner, nor will getting in a fight, so instead he merely growls in frustration and heads towards the decontamination shower. He needed to clean the alien gore off himself anyway.
If anyone so much as tries to hold him in place, though, there will be violence. And lots of it.
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Post by Rook on May 28, 2011 12:05:07 GMT -5
Rook looks up to give Skyfire a pitying glance. "Do my feathers bother you? Just think of me as having an unusual vehicle mode, if it helps you."
Without turning his head (in order not to dislodge the probe) he responds to Cannibal McDecapod. "On the contrary, Rampage, you are valuable military materiel and thus your health is everyone's concern. We are a team, after all. A fractious and dysfunctional one, but a team, nonetheless," the crow deadpans.
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Post by Dark Skyfire on May 28, 2011 18:10:26 GMT -5
"Strange and fascinating," Skyfire replies, his wingtips flicking. "So many solutions to evolutionary challenges!" He doesn't want to sound excited, but he is. There may be a war on, but that doesn't mean he can't try...a little exploring? And the advances he could bring back!
Then he realizes who he's talking to and modestly turns to let her dry off her...girly bits with some privacy.
"Oh no, the 'feathers' don't bother me." Quite the opposite. He is trying to imagine how you get lift with these things. And steer. And brake. And if you can do a kulbit. "Though where did you get this vehicle mode? I-if I might ask?"
The scanner in his hands bleeps. He nods. "You appear decontaminated. However, if you'd like, I could make up a prophylactic chemical mix for you to take with your fuel just to make sure?" It will probably taste terrible. And it's prophylactic.
He looks hopefully at Rampage, who was grumping his way toward the decon stall. "See? That was painless enough for your friend here, wasn't it?" Hint. Like Skystrike, he'd also rather not have to hold you down.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on May 29, 2011 21:05:07 GMT -5
Skystrike didn’t realize she had girly bits! There were berkut bits and seeker bits (probably a few cannibalized from that dead blue seeker pile they have), but girly bits are a bit new! In all seriousness though, outside of being a rather odd looking seeker, Skystrike wasn’t particularly femme-like.
“There is also the risk of transmitting anything to the rest of the crew,” she adds to Rook’s comment. “If we do not make sure now then it may very well be our final mistake.” She would prefer treating Rampage like a fellow Decepticon and not an unwilling patient, but as repeatedly mentioned, the safety of the ship came first. If violence was the only way to ensure that, violence it will have to be.
Cycling air through her vents in a sigh, Skystrike turns on the dryer.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Jun 1, 2011 12:58:55 GMT -5
Rampage snorts loudly at Rook from the decontamination stall. Valuable military material, indeed. He doesn't grace anyone else with more than a wordless mutter as he begins to get himself well-cleaned and decontaminated. Not that he'd let anyone know, but he's actually rather likes showers. Certainly not as nice as being fully submerged, but still nice. It's one of the few quirks he has that likely carried over from his beast mode.
Speaking of making sure they don't transmit anything to the rest of the crew, Skyfire might do to run some deep body scans before letting any of them out. Parasites can be tricky to detect, but not impossible, and this particular one is fast-growing under normal circumstances. It will likely take something more targeted than an decontamination shower to clear these beasties out of people's inner systems.
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