this is a bad town for such a pretty face

[pharma]

Who: Pharma and YOU (and also Tarn)
Where: Out and about the City
When: /shrugs???
What: Pharma realizing that being homeless really sucks.
Warnings: Yes. Will update as needed.

Pharma has quickly realized that street-living is really not all that great. Sure, he had that one moment of glory when Tarn had pinged him for some emergency surgery, but since then, the monotony is threatening to drive him crazy... er. Again.

Regardless, the constant tugging and pulling of rubble to create a makeshift shelter and the jumping between resting spots is starting to show. He's covered in an impressive layer of dust that is threatening to become permanent, only broken up by the occasional collection of scratches and dents. There's a small chip in the paint on his chevron that's driving him up the wall. What he wouldn't give for a bath and a buffing right now.

Either way, he's just wandering right now, spying out areas for his next temporary shelter. Occasionally, he starts to wander towards the clinic, but he moves away just as soon as he sees it.

Comments

[sparkwhisperer]

He hasn't seen or heard from Pharma in some time. Not since he had passed out on Spinister's makeshift operating table. The Autobot didn't even bother coming to check on his patient after the fact; instead leaving his care entirely in the squirrelly scientist's hands. He's not angry about it, just somewhat peeved that he was so callously ignored after the fact.

Now that Tarn has the energy to be up and about he finds himself taking a stroll around the outskirts of the city, giving his still healing knee a bit of exercise. He surely isn't passively scanning the rubble for the Autobot medic, and he definitely doesn't allow a smirk to curl his lips under his mask when he sees a flash of white and red amongst the wreckage of a nearby building.

The closer he gets to the medic, the more he is able to see how ragged he looks. It's almost as if he's been living outside for months.

Tarn clears his throat to make his presence known. "My, Pharma, it appears as if you have been neglecting yourself. You are positively filthy."

ALL THESE HANDSOME GUYS OUT ON THE STREETS

[staygoldponybot]

Boy, being a hobo sure is fun. Except not, the novelty wore off after about three seconds.

Sentinel's found a nice place! Strong walls, almost working doors. No ceiling... whatever, in the Hobo Life you take what you can get.

He walks out, dusting his hands off and inspecting the outside. It sure would be nice if literally no-one showed up and he was left to himself to do whatever.