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Verity Carlo ([personal profile] wreckers) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-05-27 12:40 pm

step one: stop fighting robots

Who: Verity and OPENish
Where: Autobot Clinic
When: Noooow??
What: The fallout of this
Warnings: Injuries, TBD.


[ Once she shook loose from Arcee, Verity bagged out. She was not inclined to trust anyone let alone someone closely associated with Prowl, on good terms or not, but she trusted Arcee to run interference long enough for her to clear out of there. Running away happened to be one of Verity's talents and one she took immediate advantage of when the opportunity presented itself. ]

Shit - shit.

[ Burning rubber screeched on the metal floor of the clinic followed by a loud crash when a disoriented Verity slammed into a nearby steel utility table; spilling all kinds of equipment onto the floor. The clinic was dark - of course it was, everyone was off getting stupid at that party at the forum. Verity swore louder as she staggered up and waved her arm wildly in front of a motion sensor near the doorframe that brought the lights back on.

I fucked up, was all Verity could think while stumbling through the clinic wildly searching for anything that looked human friendly.
]

Enough people on this rock they should have painkillers or someth- hnng.

[ Verity stopped near a minicon sized gurney. She pulled herself up and once she was sitting felt the full force of what a little scuffle with something rip snorting pissed off and over thirty feet tall did. The plates of her armor retracted back until she was down to her clothes. Stomach rolling as she took rapid shallow breaths close to hyperventilating, pulling her shirt up to find angry red and purple bruising covering her entire right side. She cringed, looking down to see the inflamed mess that was her foot that twisted awkwardly at the ankle.

Winded, Verity collapsed on her back. Leaving her armor in pieces around her on the ground as she tried to steady her breathing.
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-05-27 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"What the fresh, slagging hell--"

Fortunately, Ratchet had left the party (such as it was) as early as he possibly could manage without upsetting Ironhide directly. He nearly tripped over the toppled table, feeling it foul his crutches as his foot slipped on the tools, hopping free and looking absolutely livid as he looked around trying to figure out who had knocked around in the medibay kicking things over. He freezes when he catches sight of the small, limp form on the table, his expression calcifying and the bottom falling from his tanks.

"Verity," he manages, voice ragged and shaky as he limps over as fast as he can, shaking his second crutch free of the mess on the floor. "What happened--?"
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-05-27 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"You damned, stupid--" Ratchet's vocalizer whines thin and staticky with fright as he stumps over to the side of the gurney and leans hard into his crutches to free up both hands, reaching down to cup the back of her head, his fingertips feather-light. They come away a darker red than before and his belly lurches.

"Lay back down, please," he says, his voice numb and weirdly calm now, his optics pale, pale blue. "I need to get the human kit. Move as little as possible."
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-05-27 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet scoops up the kit and comes back--he doesn't look like he's close to a fit now. He doesn't look like he's close to an anything. His face is blank and smooth as he works almost mechanically, slipping a pad under her head and touching slowly, carefully, checking her for broken bones with delicate fingers, unwilling to use untested diagnostic scanners on her more delicate frame. The frozen look in his optic is far removed from his usual loud rancor as he works, and he barely says anything at all, except to ask questions.

"Broken, or cracked?" he asked, pressing soft fingertips to her side, unwilling to push too hard to check. "Can you tell?"

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optout: § belgaers (Yes. No. I don't know.)

[personal profile] optout 2015-05-28 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Optimus had been keeping tabs on the medical bay since everyone returned, wanting to make sure everything was accounted for and taken care of. Call it one more responsibility added to his list in this place, but certainly one he didn't mind. But hearing a crash like that certainly didn't sound good, and Optimus's earpiece perks up in alertness as he follows it, making sure to watch his footing. Came with the territory when you're one of the taller members of the species.

But he doesn't expect to see a human there--and more importantly, one he knows.

"Verity."

Yes, Optimus, you're good at this. "You're here? You're...injured." Oh god, and pretty badly too. He hurries over, kneeling down at a slight distance to make way for his size, to get a closer look. "We haven't had contact from you in ages...is anything broken?"

He guesses, but...best to let the human tell him instead of being an ass of u and me. Hands gesture out to attempt to get her to a better place than the floor.
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[personal profile] optout 2015-05-28 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Ratchet, I assume," his voice is soft as he gestures to the handiwork, slowly approaching.

That gaze could pierce even the toughest armour, and Optimus can't help but soften his own at it. He knew Verity, and knew how tough she was--knew how RESOURCEFUL she was.

This had to be something to get her swept up like this.

"I was unaware of your presence here. But it's good to see you, all things considered." He just hopes the feeling is mutual.

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(A few days lateur)

[personal profile] aminerproblem 2015-05-28 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Verity was the first human they'd had as a patient at the clinic, and as unfortunate as the circumstances were that put her on the medical berth to begin with, he still found himself curious about them. Talking with June didn't really cover the whole scope of an entire species, did it?]

[So, some time later, he kneels down to the small berth and the even smaller patient, he does his best to hide his own intrigue. He was here to tend to her first and foremost.]


How are you feeling?
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[personal profile] aminerproblem 2015-05-29 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Megatron seems concerned as she sits up, still unfamiliar with the thresholds of human hardiness. But she didn't wince in pain, so he assumes she wasn't straining herself too badly.]

[Unbothered at all with the task, he prods through the lump of cleaned clothing to pull out a bra by the strap between two massive fingers.]

[With the piece half dangling out of the pile, he looks back at her.]


This? Are you sure? It isn't much of an armor plate.

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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-06-01 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Not sure," Ratchet says in absent answer to her question. "Never read his poetry. Not really my thing."

Ratchet looks up from the tools he's cleaning and sets them down, easing up into his crutches and limping closer, smoothly now after so long on them.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, not really answering her question, his optics intent on her face as he stops next to the countertop she's curled up on.
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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2015-06-02 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet actually has the grace to look vaguely guilty.

"Sorry. We're just still getting set up here. More supplies are coming in by the day, and there's a lot to organize--and the more organized we are, the faster we can move in a crisis."

It's a bullshit excuse and he knows it, but it's the only one he's got just now. He looks away from Verity's face briefly.

"I'm all right. Getting good enough on these crutches that my bum leg isn't slowing me down too much." By 'bum' he means 'missing entirely', and his shoulders and elbows and wrists and his remaining leg ache, but he glosses over that entirely. He shrugs a little into his crutches. "We have enough supplies, and fuel, and space. Can't ask for much else, besides a few problem elements to spontaneously be swallowed by the ground and never seen nor heard from again."

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>_>; yeah lets go with like a day or two later

[personal profile] taselikeabee 2015-06-07 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ you know how word gets around, yeah? so it really shouldn't be too surprising to see one minibot finding his way to the clinic.

he doesn't say much. Bee doesn't have to kneel to get low to the makeshift bed. honestly he sits down next to it. this could be a little awkward, considering Bee hadn't really had much contact with humans in the last oh... what is it now? year and a half? two years? something like that. maybe even longer where Verity herself is concerned. ]


It's been a while since I've seen your happy face around.

[ a light ribbing, honestly. yes, Bumblebee could ask how she is doing, but that's probably obvious isn't it? besides... he doesn't remember her liking the 'fragile human' treatment very much. might as well try a different direction, right? ]
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[personal profile] taselikeabee 2015-06-07 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ pfft. that makes for kind of an amusing scene. okay, so the circumstances are horrible and getting injured like that? horrible. not laughing at that. just the sudden surprise and bedhead. that's what the half laugh is for. ]

Don't get up too fast. Might make yourself dizzy and then I really will get in trouble with our favorite medic.

[ still. nice to see some excitement. ]

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days later

[personal profile] lethalimpact 2015-06-07 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Megatron had mentioned that Verity had been admitted to the Medical bay, and although Ratchet had probably suggested he not touch anything (at this point he was nurse only in title thanks to First Aid), he couldn't help but peek in to check up on her. She was...after all, someone he knew. Maybe not now, but further down the line.

He's curious, okay.

He wanders in, without making a sound from his mouth, although his footsteps are another matter entirely. He's not the most graceful goose on the lake. "You awake?"

Well if she isn't, she probably would be now. These are his bedside manners aren't they great.

[personal profile] lethalimpact 2015-06-07 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Changing clothes were something new to him--sure, they had cloth imported, but the stigma behind it is lost as he walks in. Except for maybe an eyebrow raised. Humans were certainly strange, and the idea that he apparently had one on his team at one point...even stranger.

"It's Impactor."

But he pads closer, getting a bit more on her level as he watches, more looking for any injuries that may or may not be hidden. "Heard you picked a fight with one of us. Have to say I'm impressed."

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