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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.
~~