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.

Comments

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[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?"