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re_alignment_logs2014-01-11 10:13 pm
skidaddle) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-01-11 10:13 pm
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With the right tools, you can cure ANYTHING...
Who: Pharma and Skids
What: Skids needs to stop being an energon vampire/zombie. Pharma says he can fix him.
When: Slightly back-dated but now-ish.
Where: Liege's temple
Notes:
No idea where this thread is going, so be pre-warned that it involves a medical check-up.
Also, Skids will be bringing Pharma info that his friends (Knockout, Perceptor, maybe Jetfire) collected about his condition after he made his initial post.
The worst thing (besides the hunger) was the boredom.
Since realizing that he had a problem, Skids had locked himself away in his room, venturing out only for meetings with organics (who he couldn't eat) or medical/scientific professionals (who were prepared for his unique condition.) Gone were the long, hard days of grinding rock and pouring concrete with the road crew. Gone were the nights of finding someone to drink with, either to talk about the mysteries of the Lambda or the right mixture of a silicone topcoat.
It grated on him.
Without full access to the Haven, he wasn't getting the right amount of stimulation...and with a processor that craved the new and unique to absorb it was making him stir crazy. He'd already been willing to do almost anything to get this cured, but now even Pharma was looking like a good alternative.
Skids was hoping that would prove correct.
As such, he chose a time late in the night when he was least likely to run across any other Haven residents, and drove towards Liege's temple. Tonight was either going to go well, or it wasn't.
If it didn't...at least it would just be Pharma that he ate.
He braced himself when he reached the temple, and knocked on the door that the doctor had directed him to.
~~
What: Skids needs to stop being an energon vampire/zombie. Pharma says he can fix him.
When: Slightly back-dated but now-ish.
Where: Liege's temple
Notes:
No idea where this thread is going, so be pre-warned that it involves a medical check-up.
Also, Skids will be bringing Pharma info that his friends (Knockout, Perceptor, maybe Jetfire) collected about his condition after he made his initial post.
The worst thing (besides the hunger) was the boredom.
Since realizing that he had a problem, Skids had locked himself away in his room, venturing out only for meetings with organics (who he couldn't eat) or medical/scientific professionals (who were prepared for his unique condition.) Gone were the long, hard days of grinding rock and pouring concrete with the road crew. Gone were the nights of finding someone to drink with, either to talk about the mysteries of the Lambda or the right mixture of a silicone topcoat.
It grated on him.
Without full access to the Haven, he wasn't getting the right amount of stimulation...and with a processor that craved the new and unique to absorb it was making him stir crazy. He'd already been willing to do almost anything to get this cured, but now even Pharma was looking like a good alternative.
Skids was hoping that would prove correct.
As such, he chose a time late in the night when he was least likely to run across any other Haven residents, and drove towards Liege's temple. Tonight was either going to go well, or it wasn't.
If it didn't...at least it would just be Pharma that he ate.
He braced himself when he reached the temple, and knocked on the door that the doctor had directed him to.
~~
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"Skids. Here about your little problem?" he asked, even though the grounder's mere presence was answer enough. Pharma allowed himself a small grin of triumph in celebration of the fact he had been right about no one else being qualified for such a unique and terrifying medical procedure.
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Seeing Pharma in person was a bit jarring, especially with Skid's pangs of hunger making him look very tempting. It had been one thing to wish to drain energon from his friends...it was absolutely strange to want to do it with a stranger.
Somehow.
He didn't really want to think about it in depth.
"Think you can do something about it?"
If Pharma couldn't, then this would be a waste. It would be even more of a waste if Pharma took liberties with the 'cure' which made it worse, or performed a different operation altogether (something he'd been warned about by those who didn't trust the medic's sanity.) Thankfully, he had friends waiting to hear from him. One way or another, tomorrow he'd be speaking with the road crew.
Whether he was speaking with them about the flavor of Pharma's innards or finally not being hungry (or both) would depend on what happened now.
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"I don't suggest trying to attack me, by the way. I have enough tranquilizer loaded in a finger needle to drop a triple-changer," the doctor remarks, locating and unlocking the door to medical lab # 44. "Just as a precaution of course."
Once inside, he proceeds to the drawer of tools at the far wall, pausing to press a button on the surgical slab that rotated it into a standing position.
"Arrange yourself comfortably while I'm prepping these, won't you?"
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Pharma's lab is not much better.
"Probably not by choice, at least." He grumbles to himself, his fists clenching and unclenching as he moves towards the surgical slab. "That tranquilizer could have some unforseen affects on my energon, and...while I trust you enough to try this I have to admit I don't like labs like these."
Too much history...and too little history, all at once.
"What are you going to do?"