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FEBRUARY TDM.

T D M . 0 5

// PART I. rude awakening  


… What are you willing to do to erase your regret from existence?

The words ring in your ears as in the darkness of your dream, an ocean-deep blue glow hovers in front of you. Transfixed, you reach out to it... only to hear a different voice, a distant echo of cruel laughter, and with a sudden certainty you know — whatever you’ve just agreed to has changed everything forever.

It is to this laughter that you wake, and as it fades and your heart slows into something resembling a normal tempo, you notice something you should have noticed immediately: you are not in your bed.

1.0   White walls, clinical yet clean, sparsely-furnished rooms. You may wake in one of three rooms: a room with only one bed, a room with two beds, or a room with four beds. Those waking up in rooms with more than one bed notice that they are very much not alone. Perhaps the other occupants of the room are still sleeping, dreaming the same dream as you just did, or a regular one after returning to the station just barely a week ago … or perhaps you wake to the other person in the room watching you.

What you do is entirely up to you: yell in surprise when you wake to someone staring at you? Or maybe you’ll try to sneak away before anyone notices you...


2.0   Those with life-threatening injuries find themselves awakening in the infirmary, in a regular hospital bed. Most of their injuries have been treated, and any lingering illnesses or conditions will have designated medicine bottles on the table next to the bed.

White curtains surround the bed on both sides, giving an illusion of privacy. But is that a rustling sound you hear? Some footsteps? Perhaps you’re not the only one in need of some medical attention... or you've attracted the attention of those with experience in medical aid, and they rush to your bedside, surprised about this sudden new patient.

It is not just for your injuries that you may want some company, but also for leaving the infirmary — you can’t stay there forever, after all, and will have to make your way through the hallways of the station to the living quarters, and claim a room and a bed there.

Once you’re up, you may notice there’s something in your ear: an earpiece that, when you become aware of it, quickly runs you through the instructions for how to use the network, a recorded message by a female voice that explains exactly why you’re here… and leaves you with a map of the station.

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// PART II. such a lovely place  


So what else is there to do but to explore? Best get to know what is now your new home.

3.0   When trying to decide where yo go, you may find your way to the armory, where you can try to work the machine there to make yourself a weapon — perhaps to replace one that didn’t come with you to the station… or maybe you want to be prepared for the future. The recently-returned team members will surely recommend having a functional weapon with you.

And speaking of weapons: to put it to good use, head to the training room, where the entire purpose is to provide you with a space to spar and train to your heart’s content!


4.0   After you’ve exhausted yourself training, it’s time to grab a bite. For that, you should head to the kitchen, which is equipped with all the basic appliances you might need, and ingredients for most regular dishes... and large amounts of chocolate. Weird.


5.0   A welcome reprieve to the cold, dark space that surrounds the characters can be found in the sunlight room. A skillful illusion surrounds anyone who steps inside the room: you can hear the trilling of birds, feel a light breeze caress your skin as you walk through a grass field. It seems that the illusion reflects the season — the leaves have fallen, a layer of white covers the ground, and the air is crisp and clean. If you follow the path, it leads to where a bridge rises over a brook that has now iced over — but maybe don't try your luck walking on it, as the ice may crack underneath your feet and you'll find yourself plunging into the freezing water.

Regardless of whether you like the wintery atmosphere, it is easy to forget you are in space at all. Perhaps that gives you comfort, or just makes you miss the real nature all the more.


6.0   If you’d rather choose tinkering over nature, the lab is guaranteed to provide you with some entertainment. Glass vials and jars of chemicals sit on shelves in a surprisingly beautiful display of colour on one side of the room, while the other side of the room contains stacks of boxes containing assorted equipment: cords, bolts, panels, buttons, gears, gadgets, gizmos, and thingamabobs. The downside is that the parts available seem to have no apparent method to their sorting. So get digging, and you may just find exactly what you need to make what you’ve always wanted to make!


7.0   If it’s items you’re lacking, though, some time after your arrival, the earpiece alerts you to a new message.

// VIVECA.AI
Hi, everyone. I hope you've had time to rest, and those new here have got acclimated with the station. Those who’ve been here for longer know the deal, but to the new arrivals: we've got new supplies on the platform. Hopefully you’ll find useful things there. If you made any requests for items, before, you should find them in a separate pile.

Indeed, the platform near the personal quarters is still whirring with power, and new items form neat piles on it. There’s clothes, shoes, dishware, skincare, books… even a couple of CDs, and a few cute stuffed animals. So sort through what there is and grab what you want, before someone else does!

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// PART III. study aboard  


Eventually, you’ll find yourself at the doors of the the simulation room — it has been equipped with a new simulation to take you through possible mission-like scenarios so it’s best to prepare yourself and see what it has in store for you.

8.0   The doors slide shut behind you and the room goes dark. Small pinpricks of light will start to build on each other until you’re surrounded by grey skies overhead and grassy green lawns, a row of old stone columns lining your vision. It seems you’re in a courtyard of some kind, but that’s not all. Something tugs at the hem of your sleeve or nudges at your leg, a warm presence that feels comfortable and ultimately very familiar. They look up at you, or maybe they meet your eye-level, a creature that varies in size, shape, colour, and form depending on what reflects you best. This creature, known as a compalion is a physical manifestation of your spirit or soul and will stay by your side on this journey.

You can stay here and get to know your compalion, or you can take your new companion and explore the campus. Because, if you do move forward past the line of columns (a hallway it turns out), you’ll find that the small cluster of buildings forms an academic campus of some kind.

NOTE:   Your compalion will adhere to the following rules.
a) They cannot go any further than a few yards away from their person; the further the distance, the more painful the separation will feel.
b) Your compalion will shift into one form throughout this simulation and can be any creature that best mirrors your personality.
c) They can be as small as a flea and as large as a small elephant; get creative!
d) Whether they speak to you in your native tongue is entirely up to you (some speak, some don’t)
e) Basically daemon rules apply.


9.0   While it might seem like fun to spend hours just exploring the old buildings with your compalion and any Orbers like you that you might bump into along the way, it’s important to remember that you have a goal to achieve: follow the clues and retrieve the orb. Your compalion might offer an idea or two for where to go, or it may just be voicing the thoughts in your head, but it’s not a bad thing to follow your heart (or your gut) as it were. You might find that the rooftops of the campus buildings are easily climbable to get a good vantage point of your location. (Just be careful not to slip and fall! The height from here is quite dangerous.) A clocktower stands proud in the distance among a cluster of other campus buildings, marking the time.

Inside, you might be led down dark stone halls and into a series of classrooms: including reading quarters, study rooms with old leather couches and warm carpets covering stone floors; lecture halls with stiff wooden seating and individual desks to match, a chalkboard with indiscernible scribbles half-wiped away; and a laboratory that deals with something a little less modern than you might be used to, or perhaps with its twisty vials and bubbling potions, it suits you perfectly. There is the large library filled from floor to ceiling with books beyond imagining.

If you look out from the tall arch-shaped window from a classroom, or if you’re outside and you tilt your head up to the sky, you might notice that the sky appears to be darkening further, growing heavy with what is inevitably an oncoming rainstorm. If you’re inside, it might be best to stay indoors; if you’re outside, perhaps it’s time to find some shelter. Or if you’re determined to find that orb outside, risk you and your compalion getting wet.



N O T E:   Additionally, there are three personal tasks provided to each character as they enter the simulation. In-game, each character will be given one task. For the purposes of the test drive, we’re leaving it to players to pick a task for their character and run with it.


A   Team up with another Orber and their compalion to find the orb's location.

B   Climb into the clocktower and ring the bell.

C   Explain your best theory regarding your compalion’s manifestation to a fellow team member.

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F Y I

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finials: lady47 | dw (004)

ratchet ( transformers prime )

[personal profile] finials 2022-02-17 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
RUDE AWAKENING
[ that sure is a brand new orange-and-white cybertronian stepping out of a room looking grouchy. he's a little smaller than the other two (maybe eight feet to their nine), and his general aesthetic is probably a little different, but he's still recognizably the same race as drift and megatron.

he stops actively scowling if he notices anyone approaching, expression smoothing into a vague resting bitch face and planting a hand on his hip. ]
Excuse me. Do you know if the crew here is primarily human? [ it could potentially pose some issues, if so. ]


INFIRMARY
[ it hadn't taken him long to make his way to the infirmary, of course. for quite some time now, ratchet's not only been the autobot cmo, but also their source for most technical expertise. it's not a position he feels particularly confident about even now--perceptor or even wheeljack would be better choices--but as the earth saying goes: beggars can't be choosers. ratchet's what optimus has, and so ratchet does what needs doing.

in spite of himself, it is a bit of a relief to think he can narrow his focus once more while here. as far as he's aware, the war hadn't followed him here, and there are no decepticons to have to deal with.

he pauses once he's inside the infirmary, turning to take it in and frowning thoughtfully as he realizes it's primarily focused on human--or at least small organic--care. he's not exactly surprised, though, given that he'd come out of recharge at less than half his normal size, then passed several humans in the halls. ]


Hello? Who's CMO here? I'm here to offer my services.


NETWORK
un: ratchet
On previous missions, has anyone returned with signs or symptoms of illness? Additionally, was anyone able to take samples on the planets visited?

If so, I'd like to speak to you.

I'd also be interested in speaking to other inorganic people stationed here, particularly any Cybertronians present.
legalcy: (🎵 huh?)

Minimus Ambus | Transformers IDW

[personal profile] legalcy 2022-02-17 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I. Arrival

[It all feels so familiar. As much as Minimus loathes to exaggerate, walking through the hallways of a spaceship bound for adventures feels like stepping into a distant past or another life. Even shrunk to six feet, he's rather large in comparison and calls upon memories of wearing the Magnus Armor in cramped spaces to avoid bumping into the walls. He must make a good first impression upon the rest of the crew; can't have everyone remember him as the mech who walked face-first into a beam.

Which is made more difficult as he's firing off a series of questions through his earpiece while rifling through a pile of office supplies. Where is the safety manual for the ship, are there any limits on what activities can be conducted on the ship, where are the manuals saved, which parties are to be alerted if there is an emergency-]


Here we are. [His treasure: ten binders, a stack of scheduling journals, highlighters, pencils, sticky notes, a notebad, desk tidies, a small filing cabinet. Minimus beams proudly at his find.] Now, where's the study room? I have work to do.

[He's already found a spare box and is arranging the items into the most efficient and safe arrangement he can come up with.]

IIa. Mission Start

[Minimus stands in the middle of the courtyard, arms crossed and glaring at his assigned companion. Of course his daemon would be this.

A tiny orange fox looks up at him and yips.

He sighs and glances around the area - no, everyone else is splitting up with their animal companions following them. He's stuck with this animal who - oh, there it goes, nuzzling him like some sort of pet.]


Shoo. [Said in an incredibly non-threatening way.] This - what if someone is allergic?

IIb. Storm's Coming

[You may wander into the library or lecture halls at some point, but there will be no robot inside the rooms designed for organic creatures. Instead, you'll fine an anachronistic teenager huddled around a pile of thick tomes writing notes on the history of the world into a neat little notebook.

Minimus's holomatter avatar is doing all of the indoor work while his original body sits outside, looking as if he is napping while his daemon sleeps on his lap, curled into a ball. It's the one sign that he's not actually dead, but that does leave his body vulnerable.

It's when he notices the storm rolling in that he realizes that his metal frame risks damage if it's flooded with water. The avatar closes the book, puts in back onto the pile of perfectly aligned books, grabs the notebook and pen, then - with the urgency of a pupil 10 minutes late to school while trying not to get in trouble for running in the hallways - powerwalks down the hall, dancing around others in the way.]


Sorry, excuse me, pardon- [The teenager does a little hop around one person and accidentally hits them lightly in the shin.]
flickerandfade: (030 »)

infirmary

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ratchet is wrong about one thing: there's at least one (former) Decepticon here. Megatron is hunched over one of the work stations, doing his best to look through some charts, when he hears a crotchety voice asking a question. He half turns to look back at the new arrival and startles a little at the sight of him--that's Ratchet. Or at least, it looks enough like Ratchet that perhaps they could have been in the creche of medical mechs? Still, a similar design doesn't mean a similar name. ]

We don't have one.

[ He answers, turns more fully to expose the red Autobot symbol on his chest. ]

Technically, Doctor Leonard McCoy is our de facto medical lead, as he is so far the most experienced doctor here, at least for the organic personnel. I defer to his expertise in everything but Cybertronian treatments.

May I ask your name?
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un: navigator

[personal profile] droide 2022-02-17 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
You've come at the right time. The entire organic contingent of the crew suffered severe malnutrition on our last mission. I don't know about any samples that were or were not taken.

There are two Cybertronians in the crew so far, and two non-Cybertronian inorganic beings. Myself being one of them.
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I.

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Megatron is not aware of this new arrival. He has his own earpiece off for the moment while he tries to focus on the task at hand, finding some other sort of material for his own research. He steps into the room where Minimus is collecting his treasures and freezes as a familiar voice lands on his audial sensors. He sways, as if the lightest breeze could topple him. Stares. Then, completely unable to manage anything else he croaks out a single word. ]

Minimus?
strewth: campbell; a green and pleasant land. (to ribbons)

john constantine | dc comics / vertigo | ota.

[personal profile] strewth 2022-02-17 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
a. GOING UP.
A tall fellow, blond, wearing a trench coat, climbs the fire escape of a long building. He seems to be talking to someone, through the billowing smoke of his cigarette, yet no one seems to be talking back.

"Yeah, yeah, right. Full of ideas, you are."

Maybe you're in the bulding itself, staring out an open window. Maybe you're on the fire escape as well. Wherever you are, John passes you while taking two steps at a time. His ascent is slow enough-- he seems a little out of breath-- to pass you a small book, sliding it directly into your hands.

"Hold that for us, would you?" The book is titled PRACTICAL DEMONOLOGY.

On the street, a man shouts there he is! Another-- is that a police officer?-- runs to join him. They begin to make their way up the fire escape as well.

John walks a little faster.
b. A LITTLE BIT OF MAGIC.
Maybe you see the chalk pentagram before you step on it. Maybe you don't. But, in a cloistered classroom within the university, you find you can't go very far. Your daemon is trapped within the chalk circle, and you can't leave it.

John walks out of the shadows, palpably smug. If he's got a demon, it's hiding somewhere. He's grinning, like this is a win.

"Let's us have a chat, aye?"
c. NETWORK.
un: conjob

right then
this deal theyre pushing
anyone seen it through?
sounds like a load of bollocks to me but i'll play along for the right price
d. WILDCARD.
[Hit me up, I'm down. PM this journal if you want to have a chat.]
Edited 2022-02-17 19:30 (UTC)
legalcy: (🎵 are you okay)

[personal profile] legalcy 2022-02-17 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[By now, Minimus has learned to appreciate his name. Everyone refers to him with that designation, and he introduces himself as such. By now, he is not alarmed when someone calls for him. It's only when he turns to face the speaker - while taking out everything for the fifth time because he found a better way to store the paper trays - does he realize that no one here should recognize him.

And he should not be seeing a ghost of the past staring straight back at him.

Megatron looks exactly as he did when he was sent off to eternal imprisonment. There are additional scratches and signs of wear, but he looks just like the mech in his memories. The same grey frame, the same details on his torso, the same way he stands when surprised.

Minimus knows he shouldn't panic. No, he's moved on, of course he has. His days of adventure and of questioning his own morals are gone. Megatron was supposed to disappear from his thoughts, it was better for his mental health. But it's now clear that he was not successful in burying his emotions. He's transported back to the cell where he stood with Megatron after receiving his sentence, wishing he could say more but knowing that it was too late to change anything. He had made a promise to destroy the armor, and they sat together in silence for several minutes, but nothing more was done.

People have more than one regret in their lifetimes, and Minimus is looking at one of them here.]


...Megatron? [This can't be real. It hurts too much to handle right now when he's just arrived.]
flickerandfade: (043 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ Megatron finds himself unsure of what to say. Like Minimus, he finds himself staring down one of his regrets, unable to quite process what that means here. Is Minimus here on his account? Would that be selfish to hope for? And if he isn't, what regret would drive him to this cursed place? Megatron's weight shifts a little and he finally seems to compose himself. Tucks his hands at the small of his back the same way he always had on the Lost Light. ]

Yes, it's me. I...

[ What does he say? He uncharacteristically stumbles over his words for a moment and finally: ]

I thought I'd never see you again.
finials: lady47 | dw (011)

[personal profile] finials 2022-02-17 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ratchet is brought up short as the gray mech turns to face him, startled first and foremost by his appearance, then by the autobot symbol. it wouldn't be the first time someone had been inspired by the decepticon leader to mod their frame in his image, but this is certainly the first time he's seen an autobot do it. is he a convert? and who in the pit is he? ratchet's familiar with most still-living autobots, and yet he has no idea who this is at all.

and, even more strangely, the mech doesn't know ratchet.

his mouth flattens into a line, planting a fist on his hip and glancing the stranger over with clear question. ]
I could ask you the same thing. I'm Ratchet, Autobot CMO. Who are you?
flickerandfade: (039 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a slow moment of surprise. Uncertainty. This can't be ratchet. Megatron knows Ratchet and this is not him. His mouth flattens out into a thin line. Well, this is mysterious. ]

Megatron of Tarn.

I know Ratchet of Vaporex and you are most certainly not him.
legalcy: (🎵 sigh)

[personal profile] legalcy 2022-02-17 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Minimus has a small urge to ask Megatron why he's here, but that's a foolish question. A tyrant who learned the error of his ways is bound to have multitudes of regrets.]

I as well. [So, that's how he will greet the mech who sent him into a spiral of conflicting emotions. Minimus, even after years and years of living on New Cybertron, still can't find the best way to greet a friend. Even now, he's not sure what to discuss next. They aren't managing a ship, talk of Megatron's imprisonment is too difficult to even consider, and standard small talk feels inappropriate for this situation. For now, Minimus focuses on re-sorting his supplies in the box.

He's halfway through his pile when the silence is too much to bear.]


Forgive me, I hadn't expected to see anyone I knew.
finials: lady47 | dw (005)

[personal profile] finials 2022-02-17 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Typical that I wind up in the aftermath of a crisis.

If you have any questions or concerns about the medical care you've received up until now, you're welcome to speak to me in private. I probably need some time to get sorted out, but it never takes long.
I'd also like the name you prefer and your pronouns.
flickerandfade: (006 »)

[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So Minimus also remembers Megatron being imprisoned. That shouldn't be surprising. That he has regrets is also unsurprising. That they would be enough to drive him here is strange to contemplate. Then again... the crew of the Lost Light had been an odd bunch. ]

I hadn't either. Drift is here as well.

[ The information is relayed dispassionately. Megatron hesitates. Takes a few steps closer. Closing the distance feels like it might be too much to contemplate but he wants to do so. His spark aches at the thought. ]
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moiraine damodred ► the wheel of time

[personal profile] cairhien 2022-02-17 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
// PART I. RUDE AWAKENING // 2.0
( it's a startle to find herself awake, to be more conscious than she feels she has any right to be. and to not feel anything, though that's what moiraine thinks until she moves, the stabbing of her injury quickly returning to her even if it wasn't quite as painful as it had been, a hiss of pain at the movement in regret.

but she did feel better. it wasn't aes sedai healing, she knows well enough how that feels, how seamlessly it all is. but something else had done it.

though the questions don't end there, not when she finally realises what's around her, her brain catching up to her. light, what was all of this? how many turns of the wheel had it been to get her to this place? though simultaneously many and not-enough given her wounded state.

said partially-recovered injury doesn't stop her, not with how long she'd been travelling injured. even with how much it pains her moiraine's pulling herself up and off of the bed she'd been on, ignoring the fact that others might be around her. getting out of somewhere unfamiliar and finding the warder that she currently couldn't feel sounded like a better idea )
// PART II. SUCH A LOVELY PLACE // 6.0
( whilst moiraine has had some of this place explained to her there's a difference still in seeing and understanding. which is why she's taken to walking the station, getting a map of it in her head, passing the windows she can to get a better look outside (and get used to that view) whilst also seeing what there is here.

the labs had been mentioned and whilst she hadn't intentionally found her way there it's where moiraine ends up. some of it is actually a familiar sight, she'd seen research aplenty before even if it had taken a slightly different form, though liquids in vials wasn't strange. it's something she passes with a curiosity, seeing if any are named.

though none of the words make sense to her -- her earpiece isn't in, the most uncomfortable and unfamiliar thing so far, which means that none of it translates to her. a language she doesn't yet know but perhaps could. which is why she asks, whether understood or not, to the person nearest-- )
Do you know what these contain?
// wildcard
throw me something from the simulation room or one of the other rooms on the station. go wild, be tame, have fun! you can also pm me or find me on [plurk.com profile] skitties if you wanted to plot anything else ♥
legalcy: (🎵 gendo pose)

[personal profile] legalcy 2022-02-17 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[The possibility of Megatron getting closer, no, making contact with Minimus keeps him seated on the floor. He might fall over and faint if it does happen, but that sounds like an acceptable risk.]

Drift? [His head tilts a few degrees upward, which is how much his allows for his boy language to convey confusion. Unfortunately, this moves his focus from the vague shape of Megatron to his face. He quickly averts his gaze to the box.] That is concerning. I should seek him out.

[He makes no effort to actually move from his spot, and his work on packing slows down.]
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kakashi hatake ( naruto )

[personal profile] shumi 2022-02-17 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
THE ARMORY
( he is having a real time of it exploring this space station (as they called it).

but it is within the armory that kakashi hatake finally finds something interesting enough to stop in his tracks for — a weapons making machine! watching someone else test it out first, he is soon approaching it himself, a notable gleam in his one visible eye.

rubbing his gloved hands together, he starts to tap on the screen, playing around with its features and designing the weapons of his choice. (yes, you read that right. weapons. plural!) when the machine springs to life, he leans forward, his eye wide as he waits for the production of a single kunai.

with its success, a different sort of gleam enter his eye now — less curios and more mischievous.

if someone comes in a while later, they will find kakashi hatake with a ridiculous pile of weapons at his feet. they're either too antiquated for any real use or they're too heavy for a normal person to lift. does he need all of these? no. is he still making them? oh yes.

feel free to stop him or, better yet, join in on the fun!
✌️ )

THE SIMULATION ROOM
( immediately taken with his compalion, kakashi has been walking through the halls of the simulated campus buildings with it by his side. they have already established a sort of camaraderie as he chats with it pleasantly. honestly, they make quite the pair — a large white wolf and a masked man with spiky silver hair and a headband that covers his left eye. neither of them seem to be in any particular rush, their pace leisure.

they look like they're in the middle of a tour than a mission to find the orb.

kakashi will be making two stops within the old infrastructures. first, he can be found sitting cross-legged on the professor's desk, examining the indiscernible writing on the chalkboard. then, he can be located in the adult novel section of the expansive library, flipping through an erotica or some other risque work. his compalion can be seen wagging its tail excitedly, which is a good indicator of his current mood.

later, kakashi can be seen sitting on the roof of the clock tower with his wolf on his lap as he shouts down words of encouragement to the poor soul who got assigned the task of climbing the building to ring the bell.
) If I can get up here, so can you! ( he is the most helpful. )

NETWORK | un: 009720

i'm a little sad we can't keep the compalion

oh no
is this what attachment feels like?


WILDCARD
( ooc | i left the prompts pretty open-ended, so feel free to play around with them. if you want to do something different, don't hesitate to slam me with it. got any questions or concerns? you can reach me at [plurk.com profile] voicelog or pm! )
homeostatic: dnt (037)

rude for sure

[personal profile] homeostatic 2022-02-17 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
God dammit-

( Sorry, Moiraine, that's a lot of Doctor waylaying her where she sits, perturbed that his just-appeared-patient also just sat herself up and is attempting to get away. )

Ma'am, please, don't move any further, your wound's infected.
finials: lady47 | dw (Default)

[personal profile] finials 2022-02-17 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he actually flinches back at the name, frown deepening into a scowl. ] If you're joking, it's certainly in poor taste. Megatron would sooner rip out his own spark than wear that. [ he points to the autobot badge, then drops his hand.

and if this isn't a tasteless joke.. then something very strange is going on here. does it have something to do with how he'd been brought here?

after a silent moment, he heaves a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. he has.. a suspicion. ]
The Megatron I'm unfortunate enough to know was a gladiator in the pits of Kaon. So either you're a very obvious fake, or we're from alternate timelines, or.. something of the sort. [ if other cybertronians were here and 'fixed' a regret, who's to say it didn't create branching timelines? ]
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Minimus.

[ Megatron takes a few more steps and then slowly crouches down. He's so close to Minimus now that he's sure he can feel the brush of their EM fields interacting. He looks at the other, trying to decide what he's supposed to say. ]

I have many regrets. That's why I'm here. I suspect you know that, though.
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I assure you I am indeed Megatron. I started life as a miner and I spent a significant time as a gladiator in the kits of Kaon, yes.

[ He looks down at his chest and gently touches a hand to the badge. ]

I would have said that I would have ripped out my own spark before wearing this in my past, but things changed.

[ A look back up to Ratchet. ]

Alternate timelines is certainly a possibility. I have some familiarity with the concept.
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[personal profile] cairhien 2022-02-17 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not an infection.

( it could be, moiraine. you might be able to heal but you're not a healer. and for whatever the trolloc poison might have done to her there's also been a lot of time and not a lot of good care of said wound.

aes sedai might not get sick but they can get infected wounds, moiraine.

especially when you have to speak through gritted teeth )


Where am I?

( as soft as her voice might usually sound there's a more impatient edge to it )
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[personal profile] legalcy 2022-02-17 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Minimus isn't sure if Megatron's EM field is so powerful that it's overwhelming his processor, or he's simply weakened by seeing Megatron again. There are infinite impulses he can act on right now, all of them terrible ideas.]

I know. I remember you telling me. [A conversation so long ago, but it was one of their last and forever etched into his memory.] Four million years wasted, is how you phrased it.

[Well, he's not getting any work done at this rate. Minimus pushes the box aside and faces this challenging conversation head-on. His EM field is wavering between a protective shell and reaching out to Megatron's.] I suppose you wonder what has happened since we last spoke.
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[personal profile] finials 2022-02-17 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ this is.. alarming. if this is megatron, what the slag happened to him? he can hardly imagine the madman he knows agreeing to a truce, much less surrendering enough of his pride to become an autobot. is he from another timeline? another reality altogether? some diminished future version of himself? ]

For the sake of my own sanity, I'll assume as much until proven wrong. [ he has enough to consider already without having to deal with theories about alternate versions of people he knows. ] What are you doing here, in the infirmary? Why are you-- [ a vague, slightly impatient gesture to the badge once more. ] Why? What did you get out of it?
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[personal profile] flickerandfade 2022-02-17 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm a doctor.

[ Said flatly and without preamble. ]

I've been helping to keep people alive. Especially considering that our chief doctor was shot during our most recent mission, I've had more to do. Even with my more limited knowledge of organic medicine, I've managed to be useful.