All Medics on Deck

[whatbedsidemanners]

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.

Comments

[glitteratimedic]

Glit shrugs as he laps up the dregs from the cube.

"Hn. Not bad, really. The war is 'over' back home, but we'll see how long that lasts." He rolls his optics, trading out his empty cube for a fresh one. It seems he was lower on energy than he thought.

"At least we haven't been attacked by Unicron here."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon smirks. "Yeah. I'm having a hard time believing we're ever going to be at peace. At least completely." Too many years at war, man.

He does look curious, however. "So, this Unicron exists in your universe, too?"

[glitteratimedic]

Glit laughs, dry and bitter.

"Hah! Exists, attacked, ate the moons and everyone on them, gouged a chunk out of Cybertron, and is still causing problems even after Rodimus Prime blew him up and reduced him to a head!"

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon's optics widen, and he stops from taking another drink. "You... You're serious, aren't you?" Because, um, he doesn't really like to think history would repeat itself here.

[glitteratimedic]

"As serious as cosmic rust," Glit grumbled.

"Can't really blame you for the reaction, though. Most of us would like to forget it ever happened, but given the giant mess he and Galvatron left everywhere - including the head that's still floating around Cybertron, it's kind of hard to."

The cassette pulls out another cube and downs it.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"So there's a head... and it's just orbiting around Cybertron?" Ambulon pauses again. He looks into his drink. Maybe he is getting a little tipsy. The medic turns back to Glit. "Is there no way you can just... get rid of it?" Yeah, he's a little tipsy, because how else would you explain that serious "shoo shoo" hands sweeping away gesture?