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[triggerhappycopter]

Who: Spinister and anyone who has the misfortune of dropping by the Autobot clinic
Where: The Autobot clinic!
When: Before the medics are rescued!
What: Spinister is re-arranging everything.
Warnings: You might possibly get hissed at.


The whole clinic was a bit of a mess.

An extremely tidy, perfectly cataloged mess, because Spinister was the kind of mech who liked his workspace organized down to the last teeny, tiny screw. But, well, things weren't where they used to be anymore and where they were going was still up in the air right now since he's still figuring out where everything is. It was new territory!

And a lot bigger than the cramped spaces he was normally used to, too, so he's not entirely sure what to do with all this space.

Also, the medical drone was now purple.

Feel free to come drop by and say hi to the new temporary head of the clinic. No guarantees he's going to say 'hi' back though.

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"'M not hiding." He's glancing off to the side in the direction of the exit though, so, you know, take the words with a grain of salt.

The optics eventually turn back on Nautica after a moment, a tad squinter than before.

"So, uh. Did you need something?"

[quantumechanic]

Nautica politely didn't correct him on the fact that yes, actually, he was totally hiding. She repressed the urge to try to coax him out from behind the berth like someone's skittish pet.

"I dropped in to see Megatron." Who was not in evidence, and she suspected he wasn't there at all. She doubted he'd tolerate someone pulling everything out of storage. "Do you know if he's around?"

[triggerhappycopter]

"He's around." The mention of Megatron seems to make Spinister relax marginally at least, his rotor blades doing a loose, slow spin. After a moment more of hesitance, he eases up from behind the berth

"Not here though. I don't think." Because that helps, right? "What do you need? I think I can probably help since I'm kind of in charge of this place right now. Still gotta figure out where half the stuff is though. Autobot medical organizational standards don't make a lick of sense to me!"

[quantumechanic]

"I was going to see if he wanted to get a drink. It'll keep." She dismissed her errand with a wave of her hand. Megatron would turn up sooner or later. He couldn't spend all his time herding Decepticons.

Nautica was an eternal optimist.

"Uh. You're a medic?" In her experience, medics weren't usually so...squirrelly. Or so Decepticon, at least in an Autobot facility run by Red Alert, though he seemed harmless.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Megatron said I was head of the clinic until Red Alert and her folks got back." Cue shrugging. "Basically because I'm the second to last medic around right now asides from Pharma and no one seems to like Pharma."

"But yeah, I'm just sorting out this disorganized mess of a place. They put the tube clamps next to the scalpels here, can you believe it?" What a travesty! "That is not where clamps are supposed to be at all."

[quantumechanic]

"I'll take your word for it," Nautica said, looking around at the chaos caused by Hurricane Spinister. "But once Red Alert gets back, you might want to steer clear of her for a million years or so."

Haha it's funny because that's not comically overblown exaggeration.

"My name's Nautica, by the way." She wound a path around the mess to where Spinister was glaring at the tube clamps so she could offer a handshake. If Megatron had left him in charge of the clinic, he couldn't be that bad.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Only a million?" Spinister hums thoughtfully as he picks a clamp up and inspects it. "No, no, that's pretty reasonable, I think." A step up from a gunfight, certainly.

"I'm Spinister!" he says, holding out the clamp for a handshake. He realizes it after a second and then hastily puts the tool away before actually offering his hand.

"You're a really cool shade of purple. It's neat looking."