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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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[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.

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He was definitely in there, but he was more wishing someone was in him. First Aid's array was over sensitive from the damper and his circuits were at their limit. He knew the risks when he put it on -- dampers were meant for short term play, not long term suppression -- and he was feeling the affects now. He could barely keep himself on his feet, eventually succumbing to just sliding limply down the wall under the cool stream of the shower to try and cool his overheating frame off.

His visor gives a flicker of recognition when Ambulon calls his name, but calling back seemed like too much effort at first. His vocalizer fritzes a few times, resetting with a few clicks before he manages a groan.

"Ambulon?"

First Aid trusted his fellow staff, but it was still embarrassing to let them see him like this. Even Ambulon, who he had spent ten years working with, deserved a bit more than seeing him with his interface hatch wide open, too swollen to close. Slowly, he drags his legs up to give himself a little bit of modesty.

Private showers would have been wonderful about now.

"I'm. I'm not sure if you want to come in here."

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Ambulon’s concern only grows when he hears First Aid’s soft reply.

"Are you alright?”

His hand immediately flies to the handle of the door. He could be ill—or even worse, injured. Ambulon pauses before bursting in. He has an inkling of what might be amiss with his colleague. With the amount of time his friend has been spending out in the field, Ambulon wouldn’t be surprised if he is feeling it more than himself. Regardless, part of him still wants to make sure that he’s alright. He announces his intention as to not startle him.

“I’m coming in.”

Taking a deep breath, he pushes the heavy door open. As he had suspected, First Aid sat huddled in the corner of the wash rack, legs pulled up enough to just barely protect his decency. Ambulon feels his mouth go dry.

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Of course Ambulon decides to do the opposite of what he just advised against. He should have expected that. First Aid groans more out of humiliation rather than the throb of charge rolling through his frame. Ambulon might not out rank him anymore and he has known him for ages now, but this was still an embarrassing situation.

"I told you not to come in." Well. Those weren't exactly the words he used. First Aid puts his head in his hands.

"It's the pollen." That was obvious enough. He shifts his legs and hisses softly as the head of his spike rubs against his stomach plating. "I've been treating it like an epidemic. Keep getting exposed."

He's so sensitive from the damper that it was hard to deal with all the built up charge. Typically he'd overload as soon as he pulled it off, but if didn't take care of all of it. Honestly, First Aid wouldn't be surprised if he'd fire off again at just a meaningful look he was so badly charged up. It was hard to even look at Ambulon without fucking him with his eyes, so he does his best to not look at his friend.