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Post by Perceptor on Jun 8, 2010 19:12:14 GMT -5
Behind Springer strides Perceptor, respendant in his bright, official looking lab coat. He'd picked it up in one of the clothing markets, as it seems to be the garment of choice for those in the science set, and every little bit to make himself seem just a little bit more official will hopefully assist in getting Sentinel released to them.
"If he were in good mental condition, he would not be in this facility," Perceptor signs. "I can assure you, however, Detective," that's just a guess, really, but the suit Mon-T'ya is dressed in doesn't seem to be so much a standard uniform as it seems to be professional attire, which would fit with everything Perceptor recalls from sterotypical Earth crime shows, "that we possess facilities upon our ship capable of restraining Sentinel, and I will personally see to his continued treatment."
"And quarantine."
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Post by Elita-1 on Jun 9, 2010 12:19:25 GMT -5
Elita-1 hurries close behind the two larger mechs. She manages to keep her expression carefully neutral, but only just. She's worried, very worried about what state they might find Sentinel in.
She hopes whatever mental break he had is repairable.
And if it isn't well- she has a backup plan.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 11, 2010 9:48:01 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime has gotten progressively worse through the night, due to his stubborn refusal to vent his tanks. He still needs energony goodness to survive, but as he burns energon, the concentration of toxins in his systems has steadily risen.
Right now, there's more mind-alternating chemicals in Sentinel Prime than there is energon.
The twins will have heard him ranting about spiders, about being a spider, about how Elita-1 is a spider, about no-good biker boyfriends, about how this is all Optimus's fault... and progressively weirder things... until Sentinel Prime's speech circuitry became too locked-up for anything he says at all to make any sense.
Daybreak finds him sprawled and twitching on the cell floor, optics slightly glazed over. He's not responsive to much of anything, not even the sound of voices down the hall.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jun 11, 2010 12:30:09 GMT -5
Jetfire is curled miserably in one corner of the cell, having watched Sentinel with increasing worry the entire night. He tried to convince Sentinel to expel the drugs several more times as the Elite Guard commander got progressively worse, but he eventually gave up when it seemed like Sentinel didn't even hear him anymore.
Having to listen to crazy ramblings all night hasn't done anything for his mood either, especially from someone who was an important authority figure to him.
He perks up at the sound of voices approaching and stands, moving to the cell door and calling out, "Hello?"
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Jun 11, 2010 17:00:29 GMT -5
Jetstorm has spent the night next to his brother, mood just as wrecked. Watching his direct commander dive further and further into gibbering insanity was maddening for the young 'bot. Sadness, anger, confusion - these emotions run through him, wanting to find those who did this, who broke his commander in such a manner...
Jetfire's rising stirs Jetstorm's attention, drawing him out of the angry vengeance funk. "What is it, brother?" he says, standing after him and going to the door as well.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 11, 2010 19:19:50 GMT -5
Mon-T'ya quirks a tiny smile at Perceptor's address. It is a correct guess, but she isn't used to being called by that title yet.
"Not quite...Springer, wasn't it? The doctors here have to sign off on the transfer, and they won't do that unless they are confident that one, the guy can be fixed, and two, you guys can handle it if he flips out again before you get him settled in your own...quarantine."
Though she thinks that second part is a given.
Once they reach the cell, the orderlies take point. One of them hold up a hand, "No more than two of ya, goes in with us, and not until the kids are out and the blue guy's taken care off." These words should be easily heard by those inside.
They unlock the door and walk in, heading straight to Sentinel to restrain him, and completely ignoring the twins.
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Post by Perceptor on Jun 14, 2010 20:25:03 GMT -5
"Understood," Perceptor replies to the orderlies, waiting for leave to enter. He's outwardly patient, even if he'd really rather just have all this silliness dealt with.
"I can assure you that we possess the capabilities to adequately restrain Sentinel if he continues to display eratic behavior. I am curious as to the specifics of the behavior which he has shown thus far. That will accelerate developing an appropriate treatment program."
Perceptor is still rather concerned that Sentinel even needs a treatment program. He's always been a bit... different, but what he has heard thus far does not sound like... well... normal Sentinel behavior.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jun 15, 2010 10:25:38 GMT -5
When the door opens, Elita-1 moves up as close as she can to Perceptor and Springer, trying for a glimpse of Sentinel.
She manages that glimpse.
It nearly breaks her spark.
"Oh, Sentinel...," she murmurs, "What happened to you? It can't just be..."
It can't just be what happens to her, can it? She wasn't that important to him. Was she?
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 15, 2010 22:26:12 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is docile, unresisting, even limp, as the orderlies place him into a straight jacket. He doesn't look at anyone or anything. One wonders if he's even awake.
Then, his gaze settles on Elita-1, and his optics bug out. He's obviously completely terrified. He tugs and pulls, though he's weak and bound, clearly wanting to get away from her as soon as possible, as much as he can.
Elita-1, what happens to you messed Sentinel Prime up more than you'll ever know, more than you'll ever want to know.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jun 18, 2010 11:15:39 GMT -5
Jetfire bristles as the orderlies restrain Sentinel Prime. Does he really look like he's going to cause trouble right now? He's so drugged up he can barely move! His fists clench and his temperature spikes, but he otherwise makes no moves to stop them. If their people are here, then it is best not to invite trouble.
As much as Jetfire wants to go make trouble for someone right now.
Then he catches the look between Sentinel and Elita-1, and tries to shift to block Sentinel's view, looking over his shoulder at Elita. "Ah, Miss Elita-1..."
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Jun 18, 2010 11:32:15 GMT -5
Jetstorm's frustrated at the restraints as well, but not as much as his brother. However, he takes the cue to get between Sentinel and Elita-1 well, facing the doorway.
"Sentinel Prime is...not being well at all, but it is not being his fault." Jetstorm frowns a bit. "He is saying he had a visit from Decepticon spider-lady and some cyclemotor boyfriend of hers who've drugged him with all manner of badness-chems."
The jetbot looks at Perceptor rather dejectedly. "Please to be helping him."
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Post by Springer on Jun 18, 2010 11:35:58 GMT -5
Springer peers in as well, almost wincing. The poor 'bot looks...well, pretty broken. Not the lifelike roommate he had.
Then the twins seem to be blocking the way? Springer's not sure why, but he's too hung up on what Jetstorm said. Drugged? Well, that's wonderful. "If that's the case...then yeah, he's better off in our care..."
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 19, 2010 14:04:44 GMT -5
Mon-T'ya frowns when the twins block the door. "Hey, you kids need to move on out of the way. You're free to go, fine's considered all paid up, and there won't be any permanent record or anything. But you really need to move. Now, please" she finishes, a note of command in her voice.
"I'll have someone pull records and find out who visited him for you guys," she says to Springer, still frowning.
When Sentinel starts to struggle, one of the orderlies tries to hold him down. The other checks his chart. He grunts.
"Not knowing what he was given, best thing is to give him an emetic, make him purge whatever's left." He doesn't seem concerned that someone just waltzed in and drugged up an inmate. "I can get that if ya want?"
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Post by Elita-1 on Jun 23, 2010 15:37:48 GMT -5
Um, skipping Perceptor due to the listed time out rules. Hope everything's okay?
Sentinel is frightened. No. He's scared near to death.
Of her.
Elita-1 turns sharply away, but probably not quickly enough to keep the twins and perhaps others from seeing the stricken look on her face. Part of her wants to run off and have a really good cry, but that something kids do and she's an adult.
She does, though, move out of the way of everyone, down the hall just a bit to lean one shoulder against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest so that she's hugging herself. She's looking away from the group, hiding as much as she can in such an open area.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 23, 2010 21:37:26 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is pretty weak, not really having enough energon left in him to prevent all his pistons locking up, so the orderlies hold him down with ease. Such a pathetic state, to be bested by mere organic aliens.
He sing-songs quietly, voice warped and distorted, "Completely unawares that something hideous lingers..."
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