if you pray to god for rain, don't you complain about the lightning

[asafepairofhands]

Who: Ratchet and YOU and also whoever else wants to set up threads in here
What: Ratchet's limping around on crutches, feel free to put yourself in the line of fire
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A little while after Drift is conscious
Warnings: YELLING? yelling probably


Well, it had been a few days and nobody had nearly died again so Ratchet starts to let himself relax a little.

Not much, mind--Drift and Nautica are still bedridden, if not critical, and there are people in and out all the time. This is completely ignoring the fact that Pharma and Tarn are wandering around out there somewhere, probably terrorizing the general populace or maiming things or doing whatever else psychotic killers do in their clearly abundant free time. Ratchet has no such luxury, and he works, maintaining the patients he already has on top of trying to handle anyone else who comes in the door. He's just not necessarily pleasant about it.

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[asafepairofhands]

"Hello," Ratchet says, shifting on his crutches and looking entertained. "What brings you here, then? Usually you don't find people hanging out in a medical facility for fun."

[candidcamerabot]

"I suppose not," Spy Shot says. He's been to human hospitals, and he's pretty sure people wouldn't be allowed to hang around there for fun even if they wanted to. On the other hand, Spy Shot always found medical facilities pretty interesting.

Then again, he found most places pretty interesting.

"But I've never been in an NBE medical facility. I was curious."

[asafepairofhands]

"Yeah?" Ratchet shifts again, trying to get a better look at Spy Shot, tiny as he is. "Define 'NBE' for me, would you?"

[candidcamerabot]

"Oh!" Spy Shot says, jogging towards Ratchet. "NBEs are non-biological extraterrestrials. It is the term I am used to using, but I know it isn't what you call yourselves. Was that rude? I am sometimes rude when I don't mean to be."

[asafepairofhands]

"I've been called a lot ruder," Ratchet says, sounding amused now. "We call ourselves 'Cybertronians,' for the record. But don't worry about it."

[candidcamerabot]

Standing next to Ratchet's foot, Spy Shot stares up.

"Oh." He tilts his head curiously. "Like what?" It would be good to know so that he doesn't accidentally call somebody something rude. They might not be as understanding as Vera was those times he used bad words for her by accident.