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[lifepersists]

WHO: First Aid and open
WHERE: Medibay mainly, but around too. Ping me if you want a starter outside it?
WHEN: Sex pollen time
WHAT: copious amount of boning. In shower, bed, or whatever flavor. Pretty much just go for an area and I'll roll with it.
WARNINGS: Smut.


The medibay was one of the first places to see the outbreak for obvious reasons; it was just normal to automatically see a doctor if anything felt unusual. That just happened to mean that First Aid kept getting repeatedly reinfected with the spores, even if he avoided going outside. After a bit, he just sort of gives up trying to prevent that and instead works more on battling the symptoms.

He's found regular rinsing and charge dampeners work best to control the surge of heat coursing through his frame enough he could work, but it was never enough to actually fix the issue. The other catch was that cleanser was to be used sparingly, and for the record, wearing charge dampeners over his equipment for long periods of time was highly uncomfortable.

Trading off between the rinse and the dampeners was always awkward. First Aid's brief stints in the wash was usually accompanied by soft, miserable, overcharged groaning, followed by the fumbling of trying to get the dampener in place again once he was out.

The pent up charge had an almost eerily hyperactive affect on the doctor; with his charge suppressed and redirected to other parts of him frame he was left jittery and unfocused. His attention isn't any better than it would be with the charge, so First Aid was getting a lot of... half tasks done.

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[knightlite]

Wing knocks gently on the doorframe of the main room of the medical bay and lets himself in, looking around curiously. He's been handling his own charge relatively well and he knows there are others worse affected, so offering whatever assistance he can render seemed reasonable but there doesn't seem to be anyone staffed. He tilts his head and picks up the sound of the washracks running in the back--he makes his way towards them hesitantly before he hears a pained moan and picks up speed.

"Excuse me?" he says, poking his head, then the rest of him carefully into the room, his optics widening when he catches sight of First Aid. "I, um." He feels charge thread slow fingers low in his belly then tighten suddenly into a fist and he has to fight to keep his panels closed suddenly.

"...can I help?" he manages after a moment, his voice only a little staticky and his optics soft and bright.

Medibay

[aminerproblem]

"Are you sure you're alright?"

Megatron gives Impactor an inquisitive look, lifting the other miner's chin up slightly to get a better look at the pollen dusting his vents and crowding the neck cables and other small spaces between his armor plates. Despite his own exposure to the pollen, his symptoms were relatively mild. A little less inhibitions maybe, but otherwise he could continue working with no issue.

"You're definitely covered in contaminant," he lets his friend's face go, continuing to check over his frame, particularly the joints and abdominal plates where there were the most junctions and breaks in armor pieces.

Perhaps asking him to come to the clinic to get a check-up was a bit excessive, but he was worried.

[legthwise]

Ambulon hasn’t seen First Aid in some time. Since the arrival of the spore outbreak things have been…strange around the Medibay. Of course Ambulon had been exposed to the spore early on; such is the occupational hazard. He knows how the pollen has effected his systems and he can only imagine what havoc it is wrecking on his coworkers.

Shifting uncomfortably on his feet, Ambulon pauses outside the washracks where he suspects First Aid is rinsing. He’s seen a lot of things this past week. A lot of mechs in dire straits, desperately overcharged. He’s managed to keep a level head thus far, he can’t see any reason why just checking up on first aid would be any different.

“Hey. First Aid, are you in there?” He calls, knocking gently on the metal door.