Medic graduation and post-grad gross cuddling

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Who: Megs, Nautica, Ratchet, possibly more?
Where: Medibay and City
When: Now, and backdated to a few weeks earlier
What: cap n gown with grandpa
Warnings: disgustingly adorable cuddling

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For Ratchet [backdated to THE RECENT PAST]

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The perception of time was an odd thing. In the dark void of Messatine's mines, days began to merge with each other into weeks if one wasn't careful. All one had to denote the passage of time were the cyclical, repetitive shifts: some dozen or more hours of puncturing a rock with heavy machinery in an attempt to make it yield, receiving rations, refueling, return to your quarters, repeat. In between of course there was the business of planting his words onto pads, editing, making sure it left the planet. But the majority of each cycle was spent staring at dark stone with only the rage of hydraulics and his own thoughts to keep him company.

Here, so much seemed to happen is such a short span of time, it was a complete contradiction to anything he'd experienced before - save perhaps the mad dash to escape persecution after the Senator's guard's head had collapsed under his fists. It was a surreal thing to think about, how only a few months ago he'd arrived on the verge of falling down a very violent and bloody path.

But in the end, he'd managed to come back from that. Somehow. And now, instead of waiting for whatever homicidal opponent Clench had lined up for him to fight, he was waiting for Ratchet in the medibay. To say he was grateful for the training would be a gross understatement.

His willingness to leave whatever he was doing back at the burgeoning Decepticon building to meet with someone he'd call his mentor should say enough of how much he valued the Autobot's company. Time was admittedly a little tight between the two responsibilities, but that didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

For Nautica (Current Day)

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The planet was still changing: in lieu of new signs from the planet, new arrivals. In lieu of that, new wildlife. This time around, the plant life seemed to be getting quite agitated (maybe excited would be a better word). And seeing as they had no records of the affects this new thing would have on their commune, collecting a sample for the other doctors to inspect in the Medibay while moving between city buildings seemed like a good commute activity.

In the proper container, of course. It'd be incredibly unfortunate if the dusty cloud hovering in the jar with the plant had been spurted in someone's face.

Entering the familiar workspace, the young medic sets it next to the microscope-like device they've managed to scavenge and put together at the rear end of the facility. He should probably label it to make sure the sample is properly handled.

Picking the cylinder up in one hand, he gets a thick pen in another, and begins to write in what he presumes to be a completely empty room.