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All Medics on Deck

WHO: Hospital mingle log
WHERE: Solus' Medical Bay
WHEN: Shortly after the Tarn fiasco
WHAT: Injured bots and annoyed medics
WARNINGS: Cranky medics and impatient patients

After the battle with the DJD, there are quite a few who had retained minor to severe injuries, and Red Alert is here to tend to them as they came in. Assuming that they think to come in at all. She realizes that she can't really scold anyone, as the act of taking down one of the Haven's most dangerous inhabitants was completely necessary and unavoidable.

Red Alert can be found fussing over patients, and she will allow guests as long as they're not loud or otherwise disruptive. Please don't try to escape, she'll come after you.

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"Yeah, but who need that many cannons? How feasible on energy consumption level?" Yes, Swoop did just ask that. You are welcome, universe.

Swoop grins a little bit when he hears her chuckling. Hah, made you laugh! Maybe being stuck in the medbay isn't as bad as it could be, after all. Especially if it means people laugh at him insisting on lighting someone on fire.

"Me, Swoop, not sure him inclined to behave better no matter what people do. But if him do that here, me definitely torch his skid plate. No big truck-bot with giant hammer stop this time."

"Who knows? Some people don't know when to stop. But yeah, that cannon must be prohibitively energy-consumptive to fire, since I don't imagine he has a link to a black hole to fuel it..." Shrugging, she meets Swoop's grin with a smile, despite just having gotten control of her laughter.

"Well, if he does do it here, you're of course free to handle it as you reasonably want... Just don't go overboard," Elita says, voice dry as she crosses her arms over her chestplates. Strange how many... contrary and aggravating people she ends up knowing, one way or another,

"Yeah, yeah. Not go overboard. Just light scorching, me Swoop promise. If me not, him chinbot never learn." Really, his natural reaction is to light people on fire. Not being able to here has been difficult... but then again, getting used to so many people has been hard too. He was used to there being maybe seven other people in his life at any given time, so all of this has been a bit much.

He pauses briefly, glancing down at his injury and churring lightly. "Maybe now him not-Snarl take me seriously..."

"That's all I ask." She says it with a little grin, though, because maybe Swoop is right - she doesn't know enough of Sentinel to tell. The comment about 'not-Snarl', though, has Elita tilting her helm.

"Not-Snarl?" She thinks she knows who he means, there is one other Donobot around here, she's pretty sure. "And he's not been taking you seriously... why?"

McCoy sighed as he finally took a break from work. Not many human patients, for which he was grateful, but with his limited knowledge on Cybertronian medicine, he wasn't much of a help either. And being useless as a doctor frustrated him to no end.

Ah, well. He was off the clock now and there was a small bottle of vodka with his name on it shoved beneath a sink.

Optimus chuckled, the sound rusty with disuse and damage.

"...Oh? If you're looking for nicknames, you might try 'Orion'. I used to go by that, once. A long, long time ago."

He managed to reach over with his free hand, placing it over the back of hers. He smiled.

"Though I can't really blame you for giving up on Magnus. It really can't get much shorter than that."

"True."

Optimus made an amused sound too soft to be a proper laugh, but the intent was obvious at least.

"But at least you are up and about. And honestly? Like scrap. The rest will be quite appreciated."

"Ahem."

Even in the most busy medbay, after the worst of crisis, there is always a lull in activity, even if for only a few moments. Which is, of course, the best time to strike...

"I think you need this more than I do," Glit said from somewhere down by Ambulon's knee. Sitting on his hunches as though he'd always been there, carefully not glancing in his fellow medic's direction, he casually slid a cube in front of the larger mech's foot.

"Don't even think of arguing. Professional diagnosis here."

"I think I ain't gotten this easily off in a good while..." Cliffjumper paused and squinted. "Well, out of these places, I mean. Got worse back home." At least insofar as physical damage went, and Cliffjumper isn't even sure if 'home' means his original reality or the negative polarity one anymore.

Eyeing the slab, Cliffjumper ended up leaned against it in an available space, arms crossed over the metal.

"You look like it. What was he even doin', in the end?"

Wriggling her hand around underneath Optimus' hand so that she could twine their fingers together, Elita grinned, perhaps a little amused at the sound of Optimus' chuckle... But better he have something to laugh about than not, especially if he didn't often get to.

"That's cuter than I would've imagined you'd have been named." Pausing, Elita tilted her helm, optics unfocusing briefly. "Though I don't think Prime has any other designation before he was named Prime in my reality. That's something that happens in yours, Orion?" That felt... nice to say. She couldn't put her finger on, exactly, why she preferred to use nicknamed for those she counted closest, but she did.

"Nothing else would sound very nice," Elita said with a chuckle and shook her helm. "I don't use nicknames to tease people, after all."

"Him call himself 'Slag', but him Triceratops like Snarl, except huge jerk. So him definitely not-Snarl." Also calling him that makes him mad, which Swoop doesn't mind at all.

"Always say me, Swoop not a Dinobot. Am a 'disgrace'. Giving Dinobots bad name." Swoop would probably sound angrier but about it, but he's too just too tired at this point.

"He's probably comparing you by his own universe's standards, which isn't very fair." Elita shakes her helm, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the edge of the berth and her chin in her hands.

"Though, that's interesting... in my reality, Slag is a... ah, triceratops as well, as you say. Snarl was another dinosaur... Stegosaurus? He doesn't have it any longer." While she'd only seen Snarl in his non-dinosaur chassis, she'd easily picked up on the fact that he hated the Stegosaurus altmode he'd had before.

"If his standard is being huge gruff jerkbot with no friends, me pass. Is no good, being in strange place alone." Swoop's gotten along fine on his own before, admittedly, but he knew Detroit and the bots in it. He doesn't have that advantage here, so making a new flock - as it were - is priority.

"Ooh, Stegosaurus. Is good dinosaur, very tough. Big fans on back, good for cooling and intimidation." Swoop smiles a little, twitching a couple claws. He could talk forever about dinosaurs, really. "Only three of us back home. Him Grimlock, me, and him Snarl. Was named by some... Constructobot. Him got lost, ended up on island. Him try to call Snarl "Slag" but Snarl no like it very much. So... was Snarl instead."

"As far as I know, both Snarl and Slag are kind of... gruff." She tries hard not to laugh at that, but it's true. Obviously also somewhat frustrating for poor Swoop.

Relaxing in her seat slightly and letting her back-mounted panels shift and droop in their neat arrangement on her back, Elita smiles and nods.

"Didn't know that, but it makes sense. Cooling system, practical... if a bit exposed." Not that her own 'wings' weren't exposed, but they were also meant to take a beating or be used in defense. "There were five in mine. Grim... ah, Grimlock, Swoop, Snarl, Slag and Sludge." She counts them off by tapping a finger for each name against her cheek.

"Mine not. Get into fights sometimes, but... not like that." Snarl and Swoop were too often in the same boat when it came to Grimlock's temper to be on each other's cases too often. "Guess gruff is... maybe understatement."

Swoop settles back, smiling a little. The topic at least isn't so bad. It keeps his mind off other things.

"Uh-huh. Lots of veins and things... uhm, like coolant and energon lines. When less light or more wind, fluids cooled automatically. Plates made of bone too, so more protection for back." He could see the practicality in it. Dinosaurs were pretty efficient, for organics. "Huh. Five. Would have been nice, extra two Dinobots." Swoop laughs a little. "Maybe harder for other bots to deal with, though. Especially him truckbot... Optimus?"

"A little, perhaps." She grins and shakes her helm, tilting it as she listens to Swoop's explanation.

"It was probably necessary, since they were rather big, for organics," Elita agrees with a nod. She only knows what little she does of dinosaurs because she was curious about the altmode Grimlock and Swoop had, since they were so different from flat out vehicles.

"As far as I know, they did cause some trouble, yes." Another grin and a little twitch of her back-mounted panels. "I think Grim and Optimus Prime have come to some reasonable understanding by now, though... but it wasn't always so."

"Sounds like you were overdue for 'getting off easy' then."

Optimus managed a smile that slowly faded with a wary sigh.

"Tarn? Well, as near as I can tell, he was using some sort of vocal resonance attack. In the end, it just more or less feels like someone just...grabbed my spark and squeezed."

He rubbed a hand over his relatively unmarred chest-plates, the all-encompassing ache under them not nearly subsided.

"'Cute'?" Optics flickering with surprise, he managed another laugh, giving Elita's twined fingers a squeeze.

"Not what I would have called it, but I can see how it might seem somewhat at odds with my current name. Are you sure you don't intend to tease?" He joked lightly. Battlemask damaged in the fight and currently retracted, it was obvious his smile deepened when she actually used his former name, even if the expression was somewhat wryly embarrassed.

"Changing designation upon becoming Prime seems to be a sort of tradition, as far as I am aware. At least, it seems to happen fairly often."

"Suppose," Cliffjumper agreed with a shrug before he ended up staring at Optimus at what he was saying, shaking his helm slowly.

"The slag... some things people can do." Not that his own glass gas couldn't inflict some serious damage, but that was on the chassis, not the spark. "Fraggin' creepy. Ya sure you're okay now?"

Leaning forward a little more (which meant he ended up on the front of his feet, balancing on the bumpers), Cliffjumper frowned at Optimus' chestplates, as if he could make sure from the outside that Optimus was okay, or see if there was something wrong still.

"Absolutely." Elita smiled brightly, but her tone was serious. "It seems a little at odds, yes. But it still sort of suits you." A lot, in fact, even if 'Optimus Prime' was what she was most used to.

And she wouldn't deny that his deepened smile when she used his previous name didn't cause a flicker of pleasure at his (however embarrassed) happiness over it.

"Interesting... I suppose it could make sense, to impart the weight of importance?" She tapped her cheek with her other hand, frowning. "Though it seems a little impractical, to make everybody switch as well. Though I suppose that happens either way, sometimes, when someone chooses to change designation".

Like Hot Rod had apparently changed his designation to Rodimus, for whatever reason. She wasn't very well-versed in the wider Autobot forces.

"Oh, lot of them huge. Only thing bigger ever on earth is kind of whale. Some very small too, though." Swoop gestures with his hands to indicate. "Some of them so big, need extra brain to keep track of legs and tail."

"Not back home. Him Grimlock and him Optimus no get along. Like, at all. Have big misunderstanding, then constantly fight over who is spider-lady's real boyfriend." Swoop grins and rolls his eyes a little. Oh those wacky leaders, always barely tolerating each other on the best of days.

"... That's big. Didn't really think pure organics could get that big. I wonder how practical two brains were..." Elita trails off, frowning thoughtfully before she chuckles.

"I'm not sure they ever came to blows at home, but Grim didn't have a very high opinion of Optimus Prime. Misunderstanding, though?" Sounds interesting, if nothing else, even if she's got no idea who 'spider-lady' is either.

The Prime grumbled, nodding.

"I agree. It was very 'creepy'. I'd rather have the physical wounds, to be honest. At least then he would have actually been forced to fight me properly."

Optimus raised a hand, grateful for the concern but waving it off all the same with a wry smile.

"But I'll be fine, surely. The pain may linger, but the medics have left me to recover long enough to convince me I'm not going to drop dead any time soon.

"Well, thank you. To be honest, I've rather missed going by it at times," he admitted, smile going wistful. Simpler days, made better than they really were with hindsight and time.

"And I suppose so, on both accounts." Though his own name change wasn't exactly usual, he'd heard about Hot Rod's designation switch as well. Even if it hadn't been a tradition before, it certainly was now.

"It does take some getting used to, on both sides. Has Elita One always been your designation, then?" He would much rather talk about her than his old life, before becoming Prime.

"... Good." Peering up at Optimus, Cliffjumper finally decided to take the mech at his word and nodded, settling back properly on his feet again and scrunched up his nasal ridge.

"Yeah. I mean, you can at least counter that, but somethin' that affects your spark? That's like..." He shivered slightly and shifted his shoulders. "What the frag are ya supposed to do 'bout that?" He waved a hand around.

"At least you could make him shut up and stop it."

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