Much Needed Support

[rungout]

WHO: Rung, Open!
WHERE: At his office in Alpha Trion's quadrant.
WHEN A few days after the Glyphless stuff went down.
WHAT: He knows that a lot of people may need his help right now, so he's spending a lot of time at his office.
WARNINGS: Um...well..who knows what might come up?


Considering everything that had been going on, Rung had decided that he was going to put in even more time at his office than he usually did. It only seemed right, all things considered, and he wanted to be able to help anyone and everyone that needed it. Sure they could very easily just contact him over the comm but something a little more personal seemed like a good idea.

Sometimes it was more comforting to, it just depended on the individual.

He had stepped out for a bit of a break from the office scenery, even if he was extremely use to it, spending a few minutes down by the lake's edge before making his way back inside. The therapist was honestly very glad he had taken the suggestion of setting up an office here because the quadrant was nothing short of gorgeous and very therapeutic in a way. There was a calm atmosphere that would be good for his patients and he wanted to make sure his office was just as calming and comforting of an atmosphere as possible; that sort of thing had always been his main goal after all.

The therapist made his way into his office to settle in, his thoughts briefly going to a few individuals that he'd spoken to as of late--like Fort Max, Ultra Magnus, and Whirl--the latter making him wince just a bit.

Not his best approach ever...

Rung shook his head a bit, optics dimming for a moment before he nudged those thoughts aside, collecting himself as he leaned back in his seat to start organizing some new data, wanting to have everything properly sorted for everyone he spoke to, just in case.

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[aerospacecommander]

Rung might as well have a flashing and glowing neon sign that said 'harass me, please' on it, because he certainly seemed like a walking target to Starscream. Which is why the seeker decided to step in.

Mostly.

Rung was also small, non-threatening looking and Starscream was sure he could pound him into the ground if he ever attempted anything. Therefore, he could reasonably speak with the psychiatrist (aka: complain about things) without much worry.

He didn't even knock or anything as he let himself in. The only warning was his voice ...

"This place is worse than Shockwave's labs. Boring room for a boring mech," Starscream said as he stopped in front of the desk and shifted his gaze downward at Rung.

[rungout]

"Hello to you too, Starscream," Rung said with only a faint trace of exasperation in his voice as he managed a smile. Figures that one of his first visitors would be the seeker of all bots.

But, as annoying as the other most likely tried to be, the therapist had grown quite fond of his company, if he was going to be completely honest.

"Is there something I can help you with or is this just a personal visit?"

[aerospacecommander]

"For now, you can consider this personal."

If Starscream really thought about it, he probably did need to have his head checked. All these Autobots around were causing his processor to glitch. Only explanation.

He smirked at the smaller mech before something else caught his optic.

"Ohh, what's this?"

Unfortunately for Rung, Starscream spotted his ship model and was going to go poke it or something.

[rungout]

The therapist nodded, a faintly amused sound escaping him.

"Personal it is then," he replied before his entire demeanor changed as he glanced back, realizing what had caught the seeker's attention. Immediately Rung had turned his chair around and gently snatched the model ship up, cradling it close to his spark as he eyed Starscream a bit warily.

"It's..something I brought here with me. I collected them. Back where I'm from I mean."

Which meant he was rather protective of it, if you couldn't tell.

[aerospacecommander]

Starscream, at times, could be extremely immature. Much like a bully on the playground. This would be one of those times.

"Well, let me see," he spoke and basically loomed over Rung in an attempt to get at the ship model.

If it came down to it, he'd just pick up Rung himself and dangle him until by his head he handed it over. The therapist's best bet was to change the subject or distract Starscream with another shiny object.

[thxforthememories]

He was told, if he needed it, the location of the Autobot's office. Trion's temple. The temple he'd woken up in.

If he needed it...

He wasn't sure he'd told his feet to move, or his thrusters to fire. But somehow, he ended up in the hall outside the location, staring at the door. Would it be a bother, to try? Surely, there were others with more on their minds than himself. Others who needed to speak to this Autobot far more.

Living beings, with souls, with hearts, who were carrying far more pain than he. What right did he have to this?

Soundwave seemed to think otherwise.

So... he stepped forward, and, with the slightest of gestures, tapped his knuckles against the office door.

[rungout]

Optics brightened as Rung came out of his thoughts, the therapist taking a moment before it registered what had snapped him out of his work.

A knock on the door.

"It's open," he called out without any further hesitation, sitting up some before standing, always finding it more formal to be standing when someone was entering a room.

And more welcoming in general.

[thxforthememories]

Oh --

He wasn't sure why exactly he was surprised. But, for a moment, he stepped back from the door, and debated leaving. The urge was, for the most part, quickly quelled. This was offered. There was no harm in taking it.

Slowly, he opened the door, just wide enough to peer in.

"I... remembered you were here," he said, a faint trace of a smile flickering over the normally stoic face. "If I needed to speak."

One shoulder rose and fell, and his optic avoided Rung's. "Unless you're busy."

[rungout]

A soft smile appeared at the sight of Kagerou, the therapist motioning for him to come in.

"Of course, of course. I meant it when I said it," he reassured the other, noting the obvious sort of hesitation that was there. "I'm not busy at all, please come in," Rung urged gently, motioning to the open seat in front of his desk, having been organizing the few little gifts he'd been given by Blades on the shelf behind it.

[thxforthememories]

He did as indicated, moving as quietly as possible. Shadows were meant to be quiet things, after all.

"I know you did," he said, and the words trailed off, an unspoken "but" lingering. Something told him it wouldn't be taken for an answer. Instead, he changed the subject, very slightly. "I'm glad you're all right."

It took him a moment to actually settle into the chair, but eventually, he did, sitting stiffly.

"Not... everyone is doing well, lately."

[dinnerdate]

It was inevitable that eventually he'd speak to this Rung bot. Not only was the bot's office in the temple he lived in, but he'd been told by two people to talk to him. Both Autobots, but one of them actually mattered. So why not give it a shot?

Well, actually. He could think of at least ten good reasons why he shouldn't even attempt to talk to this mech. It was a terrible idea mostly. He'd probably be dead by the end of it. But his life was so...

He'd made friends with a human. A dead one at that, with some robotic skeleton, who was probably a husk thing soon to be taken over these evil reapers. He'd probably die from being friends with that guy. He was even crazy enough to let the guy use him to test his powers. He let him possess his tire for a few seconds. Something was clearly wrong with his processor.

And then to top it all off the only two bots in the entire place that were nice to him were Autobots. If the other Autobots didn't kill him for that then his fellow Decepticons would. Of course one of those Autobots was Wheeljack as well, and that was a whole other list of complications.

His life was out of control and luck would soon say it's over.

Yeah. Yeah talking to this mech couldn't be too bad, all things considered.

He'd still probably die however.

Sheepishly he knocks on the door, wings completely drooped, while doing his best to keep off to the side, and out of the way of the door frame.

In case he needed to bolt of course.

[rungout]

There was a brief moment when nothing came from the other side of the door before there was the sound of movement, something being set down before footsteps could be heard, all leading to the door being pulled open. Rung didn't honestly immediately recognize the bot on the other side of the door, someone with such bright colors rather hard to forget, but that didn't stop him from offering a warm smile in greeting all the same.

"Hello," he said politely, pulling the door open. "Please, come in." Then he paused, looking slightly sheepish. "Assuming you wanted to of course. I mean, you could be here for some other reason I suppose."

[dinnerdate]

For a moment he thinks of turning, leaving while there's no sound and nothing happening. It'd be like he was never there. Talking to someone about things and problems? No, he shouldn't do it, he should just-

Oh the door opened.

Wings twitch as he looks from Rung to the floor. Maybe he should have covered up the Decepticon insignia on his shoulder before coming. Can't really miss the bright neon green, and bots always get so judgmental about Decepticons. Not that he can do much about it now.

"You're Rung, right?" it's a bit of a mumble, but it's there. "Whirl said I should talk to you."

Yup.

He shuffles awkwardly, uncertain if he should go into the office or not, despite the fact that he was just told to go in.

[rungout]

There was a flicker of surprise on Rung's face at the mention of Whirl, the therapist not having expected the other to really suggest him to anyone, all things considered. But the surprise was quickly gone as he nodded.

"Yes, I am--I mean that's me," he confirmed with a faint smile before motioning the other inside again. "Please, come in and have a seat. Make yourself comfortable."

[dinnerdate]

Dead End nods slowly, quietly making his way inside as instructed. He can do this, no backing out now even if he wanted to. He just has to talk, and. Things. With a quick glance around the room the Decepticon gravitates towards the darkest corner and sits. Or rather pulls his knees up tight against his chest.

Chairs? Who uses chairs these days?

There's a quick glance at Rung before he musters up a voice to ask another question, "So, uh. How... How does this work?"

Decepticons don't really have therapists.

[winged_knight]

Wing had been thinking about this a great deal over the past few weeks.

Since the time of his breaking, when his former self--naive and sheltered--had been consumed by the war and the Circle has saved him, he'd always had guidance. Elders by way of Axe and Dai Altas to go to when he felt lost or uncertain.

It's the first time in several millennium that he has no elders he trusts to be a sounding board for his troubled thoughts, his searching questions. Vector Prime has filled this role for him on a few occasions, but that is not a source of counsel one just idly seeks.

Wing needs someone to talk to, someone who doesn't look to him for guidance or have expectations of him.

And in the wake of Drift's death and subsequent return, he needs it now more than ever.

Which brings him here, to Alpha Trion's quadrant. His approach is over the lake as is his habit, as quiet and slow as a jet can, wanting to be a part of the serenity rather than disturb it. And in truth the high pitch of his engines is more like a keen than a roar, elegant to match the rest of him. He makes a graceful curve towards the shore, letting a wingtip graze the surface, the spray creating shifting rainbows against his white chassis.

He spots Rung near the shoreline, surprisingly out of his office, though given the scenery perhaps it's not the surprising. He touches down gently nearby. Wing nods a greeting, offering a small smile to the therapist.

"Rung. I...hope I'm not intruding?"

[rungout]

Pausing mid-sip of the cube he was about to partake in, Rung lowered the object as he offered Wing a small smile in return.

"Not at all, Wing. It's good to see you," he said in greeting, a worried look seeping into his optics. He knew that things had been hard for the other, anyone that had seen Wing's last video over the comm would be a fool not to realize that, but at least the other seemed to be getting around again; seemed to be doing better than that last transmission.

"How are you?" Rung asked, cradling the cube in both hands as he turned to face Wing more, no longer focused on the lake since there was something--or in this case someone--far more important in his presence.

[winged_knight]

It's true that Wing's been through a lot recently, something that is telling in the way his smile never seems to last on a his face, lacking its usual radiance.

"It's good to see you as well." He nods. "I'm...better than I was." A carefully constructed truth. Just about anything was better than mourning your beloved, but Drift's return had brought about new concerns and rekindled old ones.

"If...you have some time to chat?" He'd never take up the therapist's time if there were other already in need, and he imagined there were many after recent events.

[rungout]

"Of course," Rung said without hesitation, turning and motioning for the other to follow him back inside his office. "I'm glad you're doing better at least, by the way. You had me quite worried." He glanced back at the other as he headed up the steps, pushing the door open to motion Wing inside first.

"My office is straight back. We can talk in there," the therapist said as he stepped to the side of Wing, motioning him back with a soft smile.

[winged_knight]

"My thanks." He follows along with the therapist towards the front doors. "Ah-ha, I am better, yes." Wing nods his thanks as he passes through the door, waiting for Rung to join him. 

"I'm sorry for concerning everyone. That wasn't my intent. Well, ah, not quite in that way..." He lets out a rueful chuff of air. His processor chews fitfully on the notion as they make their way back to Rung's office, something he's been doing regarding a great many things of late.

[happyduckbutt]

     The boy was already feeling a little better after everything, largely due to finding distractions to get his mind off of things. It was still easy for him to feel a little depressed about things for how fresh the events of a few days past were in everyone's mind, but if everyone kept feeling sad about things, then who was left to try making others happy again?

     And so it was that Ventus decided he wanted to try helping out, even if he wasn't quite sure how to go about it himself.

     It wasn't long before he found himself near the familiar area of the lake, a place he'd been gravitating to more often of late. He'd caught a glimpse of the orange and white bot as he was heading back into his office. It had been some time since he'd last spoken to Rung. Maybe he could give him some suggestions?

     While it took the boy longer than it would have a Cybertronian to get from where he was to the doorway of Rung's place, Ventus was still able to keep somewhat of a smile on his face even if he was a little short of breath as he poked his head inside.

     "...hello?"

[rungout]

Tucked away back in his office, Rung didn't hear Ventus at first, but he did picked up the young man on his scanners. It registered just who it was at his door and he smiled to himself as he set his model ship back on the shelf, turning and easing around his desk to slip out the door.

A smile appeared as his gaze landed on Ventus, the therapist motioning him to come inside, reaching for the door to pull it open just a bit more than it already was.

"Hello, Ventus. Long time no talk, though I think we're both at fault for that," he admitted with a sheepish look before the smile returned. "How have you been?"

[happyduckbutt]

     "Hey Rung," the boy greeted right back, his smile growing a little wider as he stepped inside. "I guess so, but then a lot's been going on lately..."

     He scratched the back of his head as he considered how to answer that question. It used to be a lot easier to give a reply to that. "Could be better, I guess..."

[rungout]

"Indeed there has," the therapist agreed, his smile saddening just a bit before he caught himself, returning the smile to it's normal soft start. His head tilted some, watching the young man as he answered the question that had been poised, Rung kneeling down to get a bit closer to Ventus.

"Anything you'd like to talk about maybe?"

[happyduckbutt]

     Shifting on his feet, Ventus looked down at the ground. "...I do. It...kind of has to do with the things that happened..." He was reluctant to even bring it up, especially after seeing that flicker of Rung's expression. It wasn't really an easy topic for anyone, was it?

     "-Saber said I shouldn't focus too much on what I couldn't do, but find things that I could..."