[Closed]

[raceme]

WHO: Drift, Sentinel, Blurr and a brief appearance of Knock Out.
WHERE: The clinic at Solus's temple, later the washracks.
WHEN:  A bit after they get rescued and dragged to the medbay
WHAT: The boys waking up in the clinic in need of some rest and a proper bath.
WARNINGS: Team Losers and friendship shenanigans.


[Knock Out was really glad that a year ago he had the wits to set a Quarantine Room in the medbay but he never imagined he'll had to use it. From behind the glass, he studied the three current occupants of the room, each one in one of the berth and all of them still passed out. Blurr's paintjob was even back to its vivid blue.

One of the medi-drones approached the medic and handled him a data pad that he studied with a cocky smile on his lips. As expected, his decontamination procedure was over and a total success. The risk of the trio potentially contaminating the medical personnel and the environment was gone but Knock Out kept them in there just to check their reactions when they woke up. Those were always interesting.]

Comments

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift stretches his back and makes himself comfortable. He's just gonna watch you guys be weenies for a while.]

Nothing special maybe, but it's still nice.

[primest]

[there's a frown at blurr.]

I usually don't have time. [because he does way too much work because HE'S STILL REALLY UNHAPPY ABOUT BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM HIS HOME.

a long, awkward pause.] Fine.

[raceme]

[Not weenies. Just..behaving like grooming monkeys. Probably emphasis on 'monkeys'. Blurr's more than happy to go check Sentinel's back once he agrees. Blurr has the smaller hands of the three, that gotta be useful for something.]

I can't stand dirt, it gets on my joins when I run. [So he's kind of a neat freak.] I am feeling less sick already, and you two?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I think there's still guts in my joints.

[he's half just talking to himself. You guys really wanted to hear about guts right. Don't mind Drift he's just going to be sitting over here inspecting all of his joints ughhh]

[primest]

Ugh. Don't get any of them over here. I'm too sore to move again.

[UUUUGH bend over backwards for him]

[raceme]

Do you want me to help you later? [Blurr looker over at drift.] I have a lot of experience.

[Sentinel be a good boy as he works.] I don't think I thanked you two properly for the help.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Experience with guts in your joints?

[Wait Drift had interpreted that wrong uh.

Well whatever.]

I mean... yeah. Sure.

[primest]

[WELP he's already sick of both of you.

cliiimbin' out.] Great. You two have fun.

[raceme]

No I meant experience with dirt getting into unwanted plac....Sentinel where are you going!? [;w; nooo don't leave already.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[SENTINEL DON'T BE A PARTY POOPER.] You're leaving already? We just got here.

[And you still smell like dead organics bro]

[primest]

Sitting around here isn't helping; I need... one or five decontamination showers. Plus, I have work to do.

[he has a HUGE HANKERING to write a report about what happened okay]

[raceme]

Of course it's helping! But you need to be inside the pool for more than five minutes.

[No. paperwork's Blurr business bro. he'll fight you for it.

He also will latch himself to Sentinel's leg if he has to so he stays.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

He's right, you know.

[Don't worry Blurr, Drift's got your back. SENTINEL STAY PUT.]

Besides, you really look like you need to relax. You're pretty tense.

[primest]

[THROUGH GRITTED TEETH:] I am relaxed.

[raceme]

[Drift, is so good to have you. Specially because Sentinel is looking rather intimidating there.]

Maybe you could try harder? Right now you look like you pulled a gear, Sentinel. We just want you to feel better.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[PSH intimidating whatever. Drift's just smiling the most casual smile ever.]

Come on, big guy, a few more minutes in the pool isn't going to hurt you. It'll do wonders for your aura, maybe get a little positive energy flowing.

[And then the weird hippie bullshit started]

[primest]

[INTIMIDATING BLURR YOU WEENIE HE'S LITERALLY A GIANT BLUE BABY.]

...My what.

[such an incredulous glare. that is not convincing him to get back in, drift.]

[raceme]

[Blurr stares at Drift. That was some interesting hippietalk in fact.] Aura?

[YEAH BUT STILL GIANT and you used to be his superior. Plus Blurr's still not feeling 100% okay.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

It... you know what, don't worry about it right now.

[Any other time he'd be more than happy to go into some long spiel about dumb hippie bullshit but MAN he kind of still feels like shit.]

[primest]

I'm pretty sure my "aura" or whatever is perfectly clean.

[clear, honey.]

[raceme]

You can't know that for sure Sentinel. Drift's the expert on that.

Stay for a bit more please, you'll enjoy it.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I'll drag you in here myself if I have to.

[Uh oh SENTINEL Drift's climbing out HE'S GONNA GETCHA]

[primest]

[hhhHHHHHH WHY IS THIS]

You can't make me!

[that... wasn't entirely angry. he might be trying to make a joke GET YOUR CAMERAS OUT]

[raceme]

[Oh god, Sentinel is joking.
Blurr looks around. Nope, it doesn't look like the end of the world is happening just yet.

His attention gets back to the two idio...his comrades. He's going to watch things unfold with a grin.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[but we DON'T HAVE CAMERAS

Drift, for his part, totally looks about ready to pounce on Sentinel. He's even got that pouncing cat butt wiggle thing going on.]

I don't know about that. I think I have a good shot.