[OPEN] Showers, Swords, Nerds, and Medics

[schrodingersbot]

WHO: G1 Perceptor, Drift, and you!
WHERE: Solus Temple and Medibay
WHEN: Just after Perceptor's arrival
WHAT: Perceptor and Drift have to clean spider good off of them, and then Drift still needs a few repairs.
WARNINGS: Awkward nerd is awkward. Otherwise, none.
NOTE: Open to anyone who might be in or around the Medibay or the temple!



By the time Drift leads him into the temple, the spider "spit" has dried into even stickier, uncomfortable patches across Perceptor's plating. It will take some considerable scrubbing to get himself clean, and Drift as well. After all, Drift would not even be contaminated if Perceptor hadn't, ah, invaded Drift's personal space.

"Will there be any difficulty with my presence here?" he asked, waving toward his own Trionic mark on his arm.

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WHY HELLO

[docbot]

[ooc: You can pick if this happens before or after they clean the spider gunk off of themselves <3 ]

Ratchet wanders back into the medbay after taking a quick walk outside to refresh himself. Sometimes even a medic gets tired of staring at the same four walls all day every day!

When he notices the two newcomers, he frowns, calls out, "Are either of you injured?"

And then he starts warming his scanner up anyway, because if they're here, they probably are, even if they try denying it.

HULLO THERE YOURSELF!

[schrodingersbot]

[ooc: cool! let's just say it's as they approach to keep things from getting too confused, then?]

"Oh, ah, greetings," Perceptor replies. "Despite the rather energetic attempts of some sort of excessively gigantic arachnid creature, I am uninjured, merely in need of a suitable decontamination facility," he explains, indicating the globs of sticky, dried grey gunk splattered liberally across his frame.

Perceptor intentionally doesn't mention Drift or his previous injuries.

C:

[docbot]

Ratchet gives Perceptor a once over, then nods. "Right. I've got washracks this way and hmm..."

He motions for Percy to follow him as he walks over to a long chest of shallow, wide drawers. As he starts pulling them out, it's obvious that this is where he stores many of his tools.

"This might help to get some of that mess off."

He offers a robot-sized barbeque scraper. Not exactly the finest in equipment, but it was salvaged from a gigantic Home Depot. What can you do?

[schrodingersbot]

"Excellent. Thnk you," Perceptor replies, following Ratchet's lead - and, incidentally, attempting to keep himself between the medic-whose-name-he-does-not-know-yet and Drift. Perceptor hadn't managed to create a distraction, but, perhaps, he can be a shield?

His curiosity piqued, Perceptor tries to see over Ratchet's shoulder to peek into the drawers as tools are withdrawn.

"Oh, wonderful!" he exclaims with a nod as he accepts the scraper. Examining it for a moment, he withdraws his own kit and pulls a few smaller probes and scrapers and blades free. Ratchet may note that quite a few of those tools have a very... medical look to them, and should be pretty familiar to him. "This shall be of admirable assistance. Thank you."

As an afterthought, he adds, "Oh, I am Perceptor. I would offer a more appropriate greeting, however, perhaps that would be best saved for after we have removed the contaminants." He smiles.

[docbot]

The distraction is working for now, only because Ratchet knows that if he needs to, he can hunt Drift down by asking Wing and Vandal... and also because he is a bit intrigued by Perceptor's tools.

"No problem. I'm Ratchet... Are you a medic where you're from?"

He smiles back, head tipped just a bit out of curiosity. More help is always welcome, after all.

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor had wondered, what with the very stylized red and white paint scheme, and location, if this might not be "Ratchet". He'd been dreading this moment, and looking forward to it, in equal measure since drift had told him that a "Ratchet" was here.

Even now, Perceptor cannot tell what he feels about this meeting. He is just as glad that he does not have to face his Ratchet, as he is disappointed, and a great welter of emotions probably chase themselves across his features for that long moment that he studies the medic.

"Not initially," he finally replies, fidgeting with the tools in his hands. "My primary function has always been as a scientist, however, over the past few years, I have-- ah, had... become the ersatz medic for the Autobots I was with."

He sighs and offers a small shrug before he continues. "I am newly arrived here, however, this is not the first alternate reality that I have been removed to. In my original reality, the Ratchet that I knew was deactivated in a Decepticon attack. Primary medical duties began to fall upon me there." He'll just leave out, for now, the whole part about not being able to save Optimus Prime's life, then.

"Upon my arrival within the previous alternate reality that I had been transported to, I had the most advanced medical experience, and so, for the past several years, have been the unofficial chief medical officer. My scientific specialties include metallurgy, electrical engineering, and molecular chemistry, which were all quite useful in performing those duties. I have also always been something of an inventor, and have a thorough background in all sciences. What skills I initially lacked, I have developed in the past several years."

[sword_redemption]

A little itch never bothered Drift. Much. Okay, it's itchy, but he has enough self-control not to scratch himself in front of the newcomer. Manners!

Drift laughs. "I'm in here all the time and they've never bothered me about it." Blithely ignoring the fact that he's there because he's injured.

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Perceptor lacks Drift's discipline and couth; he scratches at a particularly itchy patch on his forearm.

"Well, that is fortun--" The fact that this is where the medical bay is occurs to Perceptor suddenly, and he turns to fix Drift with an inquiring look. "'All the time'? For social purposes? Or because you require services?"

[sword_redemption]

It's not so much couth as the desire not to look like a dork. Negative dork =/= suave.

"Well, I mean, except when I sneak out, of course." Wait. This conversation's going aglee.

[schrodingersbot]

Fortunately, Perceptor pretty much is a dork, so truth in advertising shan't hurt him one bit.

Perceptor heaves a small sigh, his expression torn between exasperation and fond indulgence. "If you would permit me, I would like to perform a full systems scan and examine the state of your routine maintenance when I perform the minor repairs you still require?"

This Drift seems just as stubborn as his Drift; arguing and admonishing will get Perceptor nowhere fast, except frustrated. It's better just to ensure that Drift is in good enough condition to be better able to cash the metaphorical checks that his courage and sense of duty writes.

[sword_redemption]

...and on the first date! Perceptor, you forward mech.

Drift laughs. "At least you're asking." He's not really used to that. More...getting berated.

[schrodingersbot]

Date? Well, darn. Perceptor would have brought flowers instead of spiders if he'd known it was going to be a date!

"Well, of course!" Because doing otherwise would be rude! Not that he wouldn't have just started in and asked permission as he went along - or once Drift started putting up an argument... but that would have been out of absentmindedness, not guile.

But if Drift is missing being berated...

"If you are going to insist upon acting against your medic's directives - not that I am complaining, mind you, as I am quite certain that I would have been severely injured, if not deactivated, if it had not been for you - then I will make certain that you will not come to any more harm from doing so."

[vandalization]

[ooc: it can be assumed after or before spider grossness is cleaned! Hope this is okay!]

Look who else is here! She actually belongs here for once, not because she's injured but because she actually works here, believe it or not.

She's cleaning up one of the rooms in the medbay, music from her custom speaker-system thumping as she runs a mop around the floor, doing that awkward-nerd-dance that implies that she can't actually dance but likes to pretend sometimes when she's alone as she scrubs some oil from the floor.

Either way the music is definitely too loud for her to detect anyone behind her as she air-guitars with her mop.

[schrodingersbot]

[ooc: how about after? Percy wouldn't want to track goo all over Vandal's work, now. ;)]

Perceptor doesn't yet know who belongs and who does not, however, the fact that she is performing sanitary work indicates to him that she would belong. Most individuals don't break in simply to work, after all.

The music fills him with a pang of homesickness, for a moment; Blaster would fill his environment with similar music, as well. Perceptor watches briefly, then takes another step closer.

"Ah, hello?"

[fwop]

[sword_redemption]

Drift is still swabbing the last of the solvent off his armor, when Perceptor wandered toward the music. It gave him a chance to, you know, have a bit of modesty. Some of that goo got on, ahem, some awkward areas.

But he can guess who it is by the music. "That's Vandal," he calls out, with one last swipe over his armor, before moving to the doorway.

[vandalization]

And that's also awkward. She whirls around, mop still wielded like a guitar to see them standing there. In the doorway. Music still blasting.

She fumbles a bit before trying to look like she was totally in the middle of working and not at all dancing.

Nope. She turns down the music from her RIG and clears her throat.

The other Perceptor looks slightly different, just enough to realize it's not the same one she goes shooting with.

"Uh. Hey there... fellas."

[schrodingersbot]

Have no fear, Vandal. Perceptor is far, far dorkier than you could ever hope to be, no matter how much you "air guitar" with a mop.

The voice sounds vaguely familiar to Perceptor; he tilts his head as he considers her.

"It was you who spoke with me when Drift arrived, was it not?" he finally asks, placing her voice. "Vandal?" he adds, glancing back toward where Drift is for confirmation.

"I am pleased to meet you, Vandal. Perhaps at a later date, you might be willing to exchange musical files with me? I have not before heard the selection you were listening to a moment ago, and would be quite interested in comparing what styles are common in our base realities."

Oh yeah, this is definitely not your tall-dark-and-quiet Perceptor, Vandal. Plus, this one smiles.

wow i can find tags! Like a BLOODHOUND

[sword_redemption]

Drift rounds the corner as she turns the music down. He never sees her embarrassed--normally she's the one who's caught him flatfooted.

"Hey, Vandal, this is...uh, Perceptor." Well, that was incredibly unnecessary. Right. Well, now he feels like a fifth wheel, especially the way Perceptor enthuses about music. "I..guess you've met."

[not_halfbaked]

Korra felt a bit like a tagalong, riding Naga to the medbay to see how the newcomer was doing.

The polarbeardog was determinedly sniffing, trying to catch the scent of monster spider spit.

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"Naga, was it?" Perceptor asks. That's what Korra had called the white creature, wasn't it? "I am not certain how this substance might interact with your tissues. Please exercise caution until Drift and I have managed to decontaminate ourselves."

"Again, I cannot thank you enough for your assistance."

[idle_time]

Wreck-Gar, of course, had to see his friend.

"Hello!"

A sudden higher pitch.

"Hello!"

A higher pitch yet.

"Hello!"

And sudden self-harmonizing.

"Hello!"

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor is just finishing up wiping the last of the solvent off of his scope lenses when he hears the impromptu musical number out in the medibay. The cloth still in his hands, he pokes his head out of the doorway to see who, what, or at least how many individuals it could be there, and beans widely at the sight that greets him.

"Wreck-Gar!"

[idle_time]

Wreck-Gar grins at the sight of his friend. He hadn't been here all that long, but a familiar face who's not just a brand x often imitator is a welcome sight indeed.

"So, we meet again, Obi-Wan Perceptor."

[schrodingersbot]

Classic Coke trumps New Coke?

The cloth is neatly left in the appropriate receptacle as Perceptor strides over to the Junkion.

"For the first time, for the last time?"

Wait, that was another movie entirely, wasn't it? Ah, well. He is trying, anyway.

[idle_time]

Bless him for trying. Wreck-Gar has missed his friends.

"Same Bat-Time, same Bat-Channel. They treating you okay?"