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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 30, 2012 21:55:37 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 2, Day 1, in the ICU of a generic Detroit hospital, semi-private
Elly Winston is sick. She is sick of being called hysterical. She is sick of being called 'Elly Winston', for that matter. Her name is Sentinel Prime, and she is not a human, meta or otherwise. She always knew that humans were contagious, but no one ever listened to her, and look, she's gone and caught humanity!
Luckily for her, no one paid any attention to what were assumed to be the delusional ravings of a dying woman, and now, they wouldn't even remember what she said. They just remember the way she looked like a butchered animal. They remember how she was dead on the slab, bloodless.
They remember the screaming.
Sometimes, Elly still screams. She hates the drugs. The sedatives that keep her from moving too much and tearing open her stitches and bleeding out all over again give her nightmares where the doctors have Oil Slick's face and Blackarachnia's voice, and then it is her voice, and then -
The better she fakes being this Elly Winston, the less they'll question her, the saner they will think she is, and the less she will be drugged, but she knows who she is. She's Sentinel Prime.
She's also amazingly bored. Wifi would interfere with some of the hospital equipment here, and she's too weak to do much of anything. There is a television, which she watches because it is there, but Elly has mostly been spending her time thinking about writing duty rosters, for lack of anything better to do, what kind of orders she would give the Twins and her Jazz if they were here and they were still hers and she was not trapped in a grotesque sack of rotting flesh.
She hopes that the other Autobots and Maximals are okay. She hopes that this organic filth hasn't infected them, too. She hopes that they never see her like this.
A nurse tells her there's someone here to see her, snapping Elly out of her daydreams of power trips.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 31, 2012 21:34:15 GMT -5
There's a red-headed woman in a Detroit police officer's uniform standing in the doorway. She waits for the nurse to finish doing any checks on Ms. Winston that she needs to do, then steps fully into the room. The smell hits her, that peculiarly horrible hospital smell that's been dogging her since she walked in the lobby.
It's unfortunately familiar, but Petunia was just in the hospital a month ago herself.
She smiles and holds out her hand. "Petunia Dahlia, Detroit PD. I'm here to ask a few questions about your-" slaggit, call it like it is "-murder."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 31, 2012 22:00:03 GMT -5
The television is currently on C-SPAN, further suggesting that the woman on the hospital bed is some horrific soulless abomination. Actually, Elly does find human politics genuinely interesting, if laughably quaint. Oh look, some guy named Dawson is doing a filibuster. That's so adorable. She thinks he's a defense minister? Now if only he could get that look of dull surprise off his face.
Elly moves her head slightly to look at Officer (?) Dahlia. Dahlia does not look like a mass-produced clone body, which is a pity. Autotroopers are excellent. Does she really have to shake hands? Elly is not sure she wants to get more human on her. There is already way too much human on her.
She supposes she shouldn't carry on, and she very weakly tries to shake the offered hand. Elly feels a bit cold - her circulation isn't great.
Elly replies, "I'll try to be as useful as I can, ma'am, but... they say Elly Winston is my name, and I don't even remember that."
It's not a lie. That's quite true. Still, she doesn't really want the cop to go. This is the least-boring thing to happen in weeks! Hopefully there is a set list of questions she has to ask or something.
"Petunia Dahlia. Those are... flowers, aren't they?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 31, 2012 22:36:38 GMT -5
Teevee attracts Petunia's attention, like always. She jerks her attention away to focus on her witness. Teevee is for off-duty, Dahlia. Job now, teevee later.
"I understand how that goes," she smiles wryly. "They didn't even have a name for me when I woke up. And yes, those are flowers."
She takes a seat in one of the visitors' chairs. "Okay, I'm going to start with a few questions just to see what you do and don't remember. I understand your amnesia is extensive - not surprising, given your death - and if anything I'm asking upsets you, please let me know."
Petunia doesn't say she'll stop.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 31, 2012 23:11:31 GMT -5
Elly wouldn't even offer that much if she was interrogating interviewing a witness. She is the bad cop Elite Guard Officer... well, she was. Then she quit. What's Optimus doing right now, anyway? Probably something sloppy. He had better be taking blasted good care of the Twins, or she'll have his antennae on a plate.
"I..." Elly does not exactly like flowers, but Botanica taught her to respect them. "...appreciate how dangerous flowers can be. That's a good name. So. Questions. Hit me. Just not literally. The nurses would frown on that."
Elly is just going to assume that waking up with no memories is something human women do. It seems awfully inconvenient.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 2, 2012 21:41:28 GMT -5
Wow, no questions about her amnesia? Petunia likes this girl!
"First of all, have the doctors or your family tried to spark any memory-connections based off of sensory stimulus?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Feb 2, 2012 21:46:06 GMT -5
"Family?" Elly asks, blinking slowly. "Uhm. I don't have one that cares to visit, according to the doctors."
That's as much as she knows on that matter.
"The doctors have showed me things I should remember, but I don't."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 2, 2012 22:03:22 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Petunia says, because wow, that makes being brutally murdered suck even more.
"Just visual images? Studies have shown a smells trigger memories very well."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Feb 2, 2012 22:16:27 GMT -5
Elly Winston gives a tiny shrug. She wouldn't want the Autobots, her real family, to see her like this, not even Botanica, who most of all might be able to cope with it. Some made up fake human family? She doesn't care.
Elly admits, "I've sniffed some of the things, just because they kept carrying on about it, but I'm not really into this whole... smelling... things business."
She has no idea where these things have been.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 2, 2012 22:22:31 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Petunia says agreeably. "Do you recall your birthdate, Ms. Winston?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Feb 2, 2012 22:29:00 GMT -5
"Only because the doctors told me what it is," Elly explains, "December 26 1, [year]." A normal person might make a comment about Christmas right now. Elly doesn't. She doesn't know what Christmas is. - - - 1 "Transform and Roll Out" aired on December 26, 2007, and that is the first time that the world saw Animated Sentinel Prime!
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 2, 2012 22:30:26 GMT -5
"Boxing Day baby!" Petunia is not a normal person, either. "Do you recall where you got your degree?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Feb 2, 2012 22:49:55 GMT -5
'Boxing Day' elicits no reaction from Elly. The Academy, on Cybertron, she thinks, but that is not the answer that this nice police lady wants. Elly recites, "No. They say that I went to the University of Pennsylvania for my undergrad and Princeton University for my grad degrees." - - - In Revenge of the Fallen, the aerial view of Princeton University is immediately followed by a ground shot of the dormitories at the University of Pennsylvania. Might as well work in another nerdy reference.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 2, 2012 22:58:34 GMT -5
Petunia nods. "Is it safe to say everything you know about yourself is based on what the doctors or your friends have told you?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Feb 2, 2012 23:08:43 GMT -5
"The doctors, yes," Elly answers.
There have not been any friends to visit her.
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