what's grey and white and red all over?

[docbot]

WHO: Ratchet and YOU!
WHERE: Around Solus's Temple
WHEN: Any time from his arrival to... let's say next Monday?
WHAT: Whatever you want
WARNINGS: None thus far!

Basically, this is an open log for people who might want their characters to come visit and/or bump into Ratchet. He'll be cleaning up his old room in the Solian Temple, reading patient files in the Medbay and possibly wandering through the Rec Center (which wasn't around last he remembers), so feel free to start up a thread wherever? I prefer comment spam, but I'll take para-style too c:

Comments

( outside the rec center. )

[pendragon]

((Hi! I wouldn't mind doing some action-spamming with you!))

[ Saber had made the Rec Center her temporary home as she grew used to her environment and listened to the on goings on the Link. Making use of her time, she had been searching in the junk pile occasionally, and bringing back canned goods to help out the Rec Center each time.

Right now, however, she was deciding what she wanted to do next. The on going issues with these Glyphless seemed to be hopeless, and she didn't know enough of the situation to participate without making some wrong decisions. For now, the Rec Center would remain her focus, unless otherwise needed.

The knight stood at about 5'0", and was just standing to the side of the entrance of the Rec Center. She was frequently ignored by Cybertronian comers and goers, but she didn't mind. ]

((..And then I go and post that. Don't worry, I just like setting up a scene. I've wanted these two to meet in person, though! :3))

[docbot]

[Ratchet's in the habit of looking down, though, after having lived with children in his home for several months now. When he sees the small human, he stops and leans down.]

Do you need help getting anywhere?

[Given that the distances on Cybertron were designed for much larger Cybertronians, travel might be daunting for this new human, right?]

[pendragon]

No, thank you.

[ Yet another Cybertronian Saber did not recognize. As the form leans down, Saber tilts her head slightly. ]

I definitely do not recognize you. Are you another newcomer..?

[ And why is he leaning so? ..She's not that that short, is she? ]

[docbot]

Hmm. Well, less a newcomer and more someone newly returned to this place.

[She's shorter than him! Most humans only come up to around Ratchet's knee, if at all, which can be a bit awkward if you want eye contact.]

I'm Ratchet. Set up the medbay around here and... well, now that I'm back, I suppose I'm one of the doctors involved with it.

[drpaperairplanesmd]

[Apparently, there was a medical center in Solus Prime's temple. Martha had been meaning to check it out; see if she could possibly set up a workplace. She'd been told her help was desperately needed, so... It took a brisk, uneasy walk and some searching before she finally reached the medical wing. Blinking, she looked up; someone was here. A doctor? A staff member? Either way... Martha cleared her throat, cleared it again until she was most definitely heard, and it sort of hurt]

Hel-- [she pauses to clear her hoarse throat, swallow] Hello. [smile] I'm Martha Masters. Uh, I'm new here. [Martha stepped inside, cautiously, hands clapped together.] Are you... one of the doctors who-- [Then it hits her; she remembers you!] You're Rat, right? [Yeah, see, she never heard the rest of your name with all the static]

[docbot]

[ The young human is rather endearing, even though she gets his name wrong. Ratchet manages a smile as he corrects her. ]

I am one of the doctors, yes, but it's Ratchet. As in the socket wrench, not the small rodent vermin.

You're the human doctor, is that right?

[drpaperairplanesmd]

Ratchet! Right, sorry. [snorts] And, yes, that would be me. [Martha gives a type of silly little bow, and giggles before clearing her throat.]

Also, interesting. That you know what a rat is. Do they have rodents on your planet?

[raceme]

[Have a flash of blue crossing your vision and latching onto you to give you a bear hug.]OhhereyouareRatchetIwaslookingforyouIAMSOGLADYOUAREBACIimissedyouwheredidyougohaveyouanyideaofhowworriedweallwhere?????

[docbot]

Ah ...

[ Ratchet reels back a little when the smaller blue bot tackles him out of nowhere, but after a moment of confusion, he folds his arms around Blurr's back and pats him awkwardly. Most of Blurr's words are too fast for him to understand, but he does get the general gist of what the little guy is saying. ]

I ... missed you too?

[raceme]

Really? [Blurr tries to calm himself down enough to speak in a more intelligible way.] You _{don't have to say it} if you really didn't.

[docbot]

[Ratchet pats Blurr's head a little more, absentmindedly stroking his headcrest because it's there.]

Ch. Since when have I been the kind of mech who says things that he doesn't mean?

[In the darkness of the Badlands, the faint memory of Blurr's energy had been comforting.]

[THEN THERE'S THIS GUY...]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Welcome back.

[Ambulon's suddenly at the door. The past few days, he's had to use the shadows and move quick but quietly. Nothing perfectly stealthy, but it works. He regards Ratchet with a look of ennui, but there's a slight warm glow at the corners of his optics. A tired "we missed you". He scratches at his shoulder, removing more of the white paint.]

How is everything? Still in order? Just like you left it?

[THEN THERE'S THIS REALLY OLD THREAD /sob]

[docbot]

Thank you.

[ He smiles, gives Ambulon a little nod in greeting, then narrows his optics slightly at the state of Ambulon's paint. ]

Everything seems to be in order, except for one glaring exception.

[ That's a pointed stare in your direction, sir. You look like you've been rolled through a bath of turpentine and steel wool. ]

[HEEHEE I DON'T MIND AS LONG AS YOU DON'T MIND BRO]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

[And Ambulon is, of course, confused. He glances around the medbay, as if searching for this "glaring exception".]

[But then he realizes... Oh.]

Ah. [He looks himself over] Right. That.

[docbot]

Mmhm. [Ratchet grins just a little as he watches the light of understanding flicker into Ambulon's optics.] That.

We're going to have to get you a fresh coat at some point. It doesn't really do to have the medics look in worse shape than the patients in a medbay.

[He's more amused than scolding, but still. He's serious about that coat of paint, Ambulon.]

[notyourblueangel]

[Thundercracker's taking a break from things to hang out at the Rec Center under the pretense of making sure it's not damaged by any of the growing unrest surrounding the Glyphless. He looks up as someone walks in.]

[He only vaguely recognizes the mech. They've spoken once, though the Seeker didn't know who it was at the time (he's since learned, but also was told that "wasn't really him"). It's still odd to him to put "familiar" names to unfamiliar mechs, though less so to those of the other faction since he didn't know them very well anyway.]

Ratchet.

[It's a greeting as much as recognition. The mech's an Autobot, but so far the only trouble between factions is what an individual decides to bring with him. Besides, he's a medic, one of the few in all of Haven. Thundercracker learned a long time ago that you make nice with medics. Always.]

[docbot]

[ A tentative wave comes your way. Ratchet doesn't recognize you, but since you haven't attacked him straight off, he's willing to overlook your visual similarity to Starscream. ]

I see you know my name, but I'm unsure of yours ... ?

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker.

[The Seeker had been arranging energon cubes - hey, it was something to do - but he'll pick one up and fill it, making sure the Autobot medic can see what he's filling it with (just energon) and not adding anything to it, then will turn to offer it to the medic.]

How are you feeling? After that . . . trip you took.

[You know, to the Badlands. "Like an idiot" he might consider adding...or would have, before his own ridiculous jaunt that hadn't been HIS idea, so he's going to figure you didn't mean to either.]

Day: Friday. Location: Medbayish?

[inferiordude]

Well, this is probably hell of a way to greet the medic back. Not the best way he wanted to say hello, but he had to get around to it. It's rough, all things considered, but Soundwave knows that nothing is calm here for long.

He might as well get this out of the way.

Sullenly, he transforms from his van mode and heads for the temple, regret and guilt in his posture.

(is it okay to backtag this, or would you rather we handwave?)

[docbot]

Soundwave's emotions are easily read by Ratchet, so he's greeted with a raised eyebrow and a grim little smile.

"I'd say it's nice to see you, but I have a feeling you're bringing news that I'd rather not hear."

[tearsofsteel]

[Albert, as durable he was, still needed basic human necessities. Odd how much he's forgotten to eat or drink. He felt like he could hold off the eating for later, but even he knew he had to drink water some time. Carefully he took a sip of his cup, leaning against the wall in the Rec Center. Soon enough he saw Ratchet making his way through the center. The guy was a fixture in this temple, so it was surprising to see him here.]

Ratchet? You're back?

[docbot]

I am.

[ Ratchet looks a bit awkward as he comes towards Albert. It's ... probably very obvious that this is the first time he's been here. ]

It's strange how much things have changed while I was gone.

[deusexraf]

[Ratchet's had a shadow lately.

it's not so much Raf clinging to him, but - wanting to be helpful. useful. being out of the way, of course, he's gotten used to keeping from being literally underfoot, but...

it goes without saying that he's been reluctant to even take his /eyes/ off Ratchet, lately.

hope you don't mind, doc.]

[docbot]

[ Of course he doesn't mind. He's glad that you're safe, actually. After all, to him, it feels like it was just moments ago that you were being held hostage by enemy forces. Ratchet's got a ridge on his shoulder that's reserved just for you, kiddo, and he'll be quite fine with you sitting in it as long as you want. Naps are, of course, also allowed. ]

♥♥♥♥♥

[deusexraf]

[Ratchet'll find Raf taking that shoulder once in a while, yes. maybe not outright napping, not unless he stays up too late but...]

I tried to keep all your stuff in order.

[denial can be a powerful force, apparently. or hope. because a part of him never stopped believing that maybe, just maybe...]