re_alignment_logs | Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~

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Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~

WHO: Rung and whoever wants to stop in!
WHERE: The good doctor's office
WHEN: It's an all day affair at Rung's office~ A few days after he discovered his new abilities.
WHAT: Therapy sessions and go!
WARNINGS: Dark pasts, etc?

Yep, it was that time again.

Now that things were somewhat back to normal for the resident therapist, Rung had put out the word that he would be taking patients again. He had missed it, helping others, and it was time to get his mind off everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks.

His office had been cleaned up and rearranged a bit, the therapist just wanting to change the atmosphere a bit.

Make it more personable than it had been before.

Satisfied with what he'd done, the front door had been propped open and he was settled at his desk, going over some files as he absently toyed with a ball of light.

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Rung there is a sentient collection of knives outside the door watch ou-

Oh wait, that's just Barricade.

He pauses and gives a courtesy knock rather than barging straight in. It's kind of what he's ended up doing a lot lately. Fewer people he knew well so he isn't sure who might accidentally shoot him for walking in like he owns the place.

"Figured that thing out yet?" he inquires, flashing a toothy - or fangy - grin and flicking his wings.

OH SHI--

Oh. Well. He had been expecting the other to show up at some point so why not now?

Snapping out of his files at the sound of the knock, Rung immediately lets his little ball of light disappear as he stands, unable to help the small smile that appears.

"It's getting much easier to control now, yes. I'm still not completely use to having the ability but it is helpful," he mused, motioning for the other to take the open seat in front of his desk. "Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable, Barricade."

It was probably a good thing that their last session had been so short and uneventful. With the way the previous ones had gone, another negative experience could have cemented Fortress Maximus' reluctance to have them at all. As it was, when it was time for his next meeting with Rung, he may not have been eager for it but he was at least there with only minimal self-convincing.

He knocks once before starting to open the door. Doesn't sound like anyone else is in there, so should be fine, right...?

"Come in!"

The sound of Rung's voice comes from the office itself, the therapist definitely not with any other patients right now--lucky for you, Max.

There's the sound of a something getting shuffled about before Rung steps out of his office, optics brightening a bit as he smiles warmly upon realizing just who it is at his door.

"Hello, Max. It's good to see you again. I was hoping you'd stop in."

It was a good sign.

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The invitation has him opening the door fully and stepping inside, awkwardly shrugging at the greeting. "Didn't want to waste your time," he says dismissively. He agreed to it, he may as well not keep Rung waiting...

"You wouldn't be wasting my time," Rung says, waving a hand a bit to dismiss the notion before motioning for the larger mech to come back into the office itself.

It was rearranged a bit--again--because the therapist just couldn't seem to get things set the way he wanted it.

But at least it was still usable.

"So how have things been since we last spoke?" he asked as he motioned towards a chair for the other to sit in, taking a seat behind his desk.

So Rung says...

Following Rung's lead, Fort Max pauses just for a moment upon noticing the change in positioning - then silently dismisses it. Though how Rung's able to move that stuff around with how small he is...

"Same as it ever is," he admits, taking the seat slowly. "You know. Another day, another go at target practice."

"I don't doubt it is. If nothing else, y'got an excellent conversation starter." And flashlight, if that counts for anything. He walks in finally, taking the seat offered but chuckling as he does so.

"Comfortable is relative with my dimension; we're a bit... pointy." But he can flatten his plating down slightly and not have to worry about getting himself literally attached to the seat. Easy peasy now adays.

"Y'know, I've never actually done this with a professional."

And it sounds exactly as wrong as he wanted it to.

"Your frame style is quite unique. I can't say that I've ever really seen one like it," Rung admits as he sits up a bit, leaning forward to rest his arms on the desk as he folds his hands together--

Only to pause at the other's words, very clearly getting momentarily flustered because even he can catch the double entendre there.

"Ah--well, I hope that I make it worth your whi--time, worth your time," he corrects himself quickly, vents cycling as he tries to pull himself together.

Damn you, Barricade.

It's not easy and took quite some time to get stuff moved properly. But hey, it wasn't like he had anything else to do at the moment.

"Everyone needs some way to just let loose. I'd rather you be shooting targets than other beings here in Haven," he replies, shrugging slightly as his mind briefly thinks on some of the things he'd heard others say before. (coughwhirlcough)

"What exactly does 'same as it ever is' mean though?"

Well, that earns a crooked smile. He'd have made a comment about shooting only at those who deserved it, but, well-

He has a history.

Folding his hands in front of him, Max unconsciously start to work at the joints of one. "It means I get by. "It means...I get by. Haven't shot anyone lately, at least." Is that a hint of defensiveness?

"I didn't think you had, Max. I merely meant what you do outside of going to the shooting range. That..can't be the only place you spend time," Rung said softly, an apologetic note there because he didn't want the other getting the wrong idea.

Despite their ups and downs, the therapist did trust Max quite a bit and had faith that he wouldn't actually shoot others just for fun.

"Do you interact with anyone else?"

The unspoken apology seems to sooth him; whatever tension had formed seems to bleed away. "Couple've the soldiers. I don't really feel like going to the - whatever the call it. Hub, or-" he makes a vague hand gesture. That place.

It's better for him not to be around people, he thinks. Or at least only around those who can take care of themselves.

Rung nods some, making a mental note about the Hub and Max's avoiding it. He had a feeling he knew why and it was understandable but social interaction was a good step forward and he wanted to encourage the other to do just that.

With time though.

"And do you spend any time in your Firstforged's temple?"

That earns a shake of the head.

"While back, after..." Another gesture. "...Magnus had me move in to Prima's quadrant. Didn't bother protesting." What's left unspoken is that he hasn't bothered moving back, either. Even after he destroyed his own shelter in a drunken tantrum.

He has a new one, now.

"Haven't been there since the whole monster bug thing, and he took us all out to hunt them."

"...So you stay in Prima's temple or...?"

There's a note of worry there, because he isn't sure he likes what he's hearing.

"And, you know there are plenty of things you could do in Haven. I mean, outside of the shooting range and the Hub. If you were willing to offer help to those attempting to establish things I mean."

He just doesn't like the idea of Max being alone in any way and it shows on his face.

"Got a place near the junk. Nice and close for scavenging." Things like weapons, power cells, other useful items...

Really, Rung, he's fine taking care of himself. Nothing wrong with being a hermit, right? Nothing wrong whatsoever. He shifts a bit, aware of that concern and looking down at his not-quite-fidgeting hands.

"I guess. Everyone trying to build and all that. Just...I'm better at breaking, if you get what I'm saying."

Barricade stifles a chuckle as Rung fumbles over his words. He couldn't help it; he's been saving that phrase for this exact moment. "Sorry, sorry... It was too obvious not to." Sometimes you have to take the cheesy double entendre.

"Yeah. In Axiom Nexus - another hub sorta like this one - they called us Tyrans... or occasionally 'the spikey ones'. We were hard t'get medics for because no one knew what to do with us."

Either that or the medics were afraid losing a hand.

"But I'll say that we're easy to pick out of a crowd."

"You...are terrible," Rung muttered, shaking his head as his vents cycled softly and he seemed to get over his initial embarrassment, focusing on what the other had to say.

And a certain something caught his attention.

"You were in another place like Haven before coming here?" he asked, looking surprised by that because this was the first he'd heard of such a thing. He had no idea that something like that even happened.

"What was this other place like? Similar to Haven?--Ah, if you don't mind me asking. I've never heard of someone having come from another place like this before. I thought we were all taken straight from our homes to here."

"...The junk pile...Max, you--aren't you lonely?"

Because that, first and foremost, is Rung's biggest worry. That the other is lonely and downplaying it which makes him distance himself even more. The other is so convinced that he'll hurt whoever he gets near that he's resorted to this.

"There are plenty of things that could use breaking before building has to occur, Max. And there's always the police force."

You were a warden after all, big guy.

He's only terrible on occasion~ Or a lot. But at least the subject keeps him from making more terrible, terrible come-ons. Lucky for Rung!

Barricade nods and holds up two fingers. "Two. Been callin' them 'dimensional hubs' for lack of a better term. And I don't mind you askin' at all; someone ought to. The one I was at most recently was a space station called Sacrosanct run by a... less than sane AI." And yet he could still speak of it fondly, if only because of the people he knew there.

"Axiom Nexus, though. That was the first. It was a district on a Cybertron run by Cybertronians that called themselves 'Transcendent Technomorphs' or TransTechs f'r short. They are the only Cybertronians to date that I know of that haven't had a faction war at all. Which is probably good since they have a bunch of portals that randomly drag folks from their own dimensions to Axiom."

Lonely?

"..."

The hesitation may be enough of an answer, but- how can he be lonely? He's able to determine his own life, his own hours, whether or not he interacts with others, it's all in his control, and so long as he makes sure he keeps control it'll be...just...

"...I'm fine. And - Prowl's on it."

That should say enough.

Perceptor isn't certain why he's here. He's... not really been one to talk since... well, then, and especially not about himself. There's a nagging need to ensure that Rung really is okay, though, and...

And Perceptor really is willing to do anything to make certain that he doesn't ruin things for Drift. Even talking to someone about his own paranoia and self-loathing. Rung is trustworthy and safe.

Maybe Rung can keep him from ruining everything again.

He knocks softly and peeks around the door.

"That's..amazing."

There's a note of sincerity there, Rung looking absolutely fascinated by the idea of what the other is presenting.

"No faction war...I can't even imagine what that's like. I really can't. War and feuding is all I can really remember," the therapist admits, shaking his head a bit with a weak chuckle, folding his hands together as he looks to Barricade again.

"And what is your home world like? Your real home."

"...Yes, that is a good point," Rung says with a bit of a dark look that's gone rather quickly.

Yeah, he's not a fan of Prowl either. At all.

"But no one should be alone all the time, Max. Social interaction is a very important thing for everyone. I need it, you need it--there's no reason to distance yourself."

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was gonna wait until things got more sorted out, but, f-it. I wants Rung.

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