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[The distress call opens with a squeal of static as Mayday screeches too shrilly for his comm to deal with.

He tones it down a notch.]

Somebody help! I'm trapped! Please, they're... They're everywhere. Why are there so many of them?!

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I believe you~

[GOD MAYDAY YOU TSUN]

We should be there soon. Do you know Ratchet or First Aid? They're from the same universe I am and they're here. Super nice, fantastic medics. There's another one but I haven't really spoken to her...

[TSUN FOR TINY DEER]

Oh, um, no. Not really, no. I haven't exactly been... talking much. With people. Anyone. Except by accident.

I mean, not that I don't want to talk to people! It's just. Mostly I bumped into people sometimes and then I sort of talk to them but I'm not really good at talking to them and-

So. Medics! Haha. Right.

[He rambles when he's nervous, too.]

It's okay, I think you'll like them. Ratchet's a bit grump but First Aid is really nice!

[a pause. he just remembered first aid's missing an arm.]

But! If you're really nervous you can keep your optics closed and I'll lead you to the right place. You'll be back outside before you know it!

K-keep my optics off?

[That could be a brilliant idea! Or it could be a terrible idea as he is left to imagine all the horrors around him. He's not sure which.

Still, he gives Pipes a weak smile and shuts off his optics.]

Th-thanks.

There you go.

[he nudges him again.]

[So many indignant noises!

But also smiling.

You done good, Pipes.]

[SO CUTE

the deer that is

n-not mayday]

We're almost there... you might want to off your optics.

O-okay!

[Optics firmly off! And he throws an arm over his face shield for good measure.

It wouldn't actually help much. It's a very skinny arm.

He may be trembling. Just a little bit. So brave.]

[WHAT A GODDAMN NERD!!

pipes steps carefully into the medibay, making sure not to hit mayday off anything. WHO WILL BE INSIDE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~?]

[ Behind Door #1 is First Aid. He's still lacking an arm but that isn't keeping him from working. His diagnostic drone -- now up and running -- buzzes about gathering things from high shelves for him. It zips over Pipes' and Mayday's heads without even an acknowledgement for them, mainly because it was currently clutching a large wrench in its tiny graspers.

First Aid at least hears the door open, and he turns, tense for a moment until he sees who is coming in. ]

Pipes! Who's your friend?

[Oh no, they're actually in the medibay now! Definitely trembling. His knees may have started knocking together a little with a persistent tap-tap-tap-

Oh hey, somebody talking!]

Squeak!

[...no Mayday, that is not your name.]

[pipes looks at mayday, then back to first aid.]

He's called Mayday. I did something dumb and now his visor is cracked and I think some organs are misaligned.

[a beat.]

He, uh. Isn't a fan of medibays.

[which is why pipes is currently holding him bridal style. yep.]

[ First Aid's visor squints while he gives Mayday a once over, then motions Pipes to come closer, clearing off a berth and laying down a fresh cloth. ]

Not many are, it's understandable. Not to worry, Mayday. We'll get you sorted out and on your way again in a jiffy.

[Oh gosh, oh gosh- Mayday resists the urge to cling to Pipes.

He is an independent Autobot who can survive a medibay!]

I-i-it's, um, it's mostly my. Uh. M-my gyroscopes? N-n-nothing serious! MaybeIshouldjustleave.

[Mayday, no. Courage! Courage, Mayday!]

[pipes gently puts mayday on the berth then takes his hand like the totally no homo brobot he is]

Don't worry about it. First Aid is really good!

[you know like when he saved pipes from melting from the inside out ahh good times]

[ First Aid thinks nothing of the hand holding because he's totes a no homo brobot too okay.

He hums as he looks over Mayday, laying a gentle hand against his plating and prodding to feel his internals beneath. ]

Feels like you just need a few adjustments and then everything should slide back into place.

[You probably shouldn't tell Mayday about that incident Pipes. There's likely to be more fainting.

He tenses as First Aid pokes and prods him, clutching Pipes's hand with the vice-like grip of a tub of jello. He relaxes a bit after he's pronounced mostly okay.

He's always worried that checkups are going to reveal he's secretly dying of cybercrosis or something.]

A-and the crack?

[He points vaguely at his clear face guard.]

Edited 2015-03-26 11:19 (UTC)

[boy pipes sure does enjoy watching first aid work. medics are so cool.]

[ First Aid walks over to Mayday's face when prompted to look over the guard. He makes a thoughtful sound, cupping his chin with his remaining hand. ]

We don't have the material for a replacement, but we have some polybond that I can apply to the crack to fill in the spaces and repair it. You might see some slight visual obstructions depending on the angle of light, but it won't be too bad.

What do you want me to start with?

[Mayday can deal with slight visual obstructions if it means having and air tight seal again.]

I, uh...

[He makes a vague whining noise and points at the crack.

Who cares about being able to walk straight when he's terribly exposed?]

[pipes decides to try and translate the Weenie Speak.]

Ah... I think his visor has a HUD he needs for repairing stuff. He's a technician!

[he adds the last part on proudly. CHECK OUT HIS COOL WEENIE FRIEND.]

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