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robothell2015-02-17 06:42 pm
quantumechanic) wrote in robothell2015-02-17 06:42 pm
tagging this log constitutes consent to be hugged by a small purple autobot
Who: Nautica and whoever is not going to start shit
Where: the clinic
When: after she gets hurled into a wall (thx tfp megatron) and before she's off the robot drugs
What: drugged-up Nautica is even friendlier than regular Nautica
Warnings: shameless fluff?
A docile patient, particularly in comparison to the other people around here likely to end up in the clinic, Nautica was curled up on her side in a berth, uncomplaining despite the fresh welds spidering silver across her back and impeller housings. The circuit dampers keeping those welds from bothering her might have been slightly miscalibrated--she was a small mech, and didn't have a tolerance built up from a lifetime of hospital stays over the course of an unending war. It was hardly the medics' fault they'd erred on the high side, especially considering the scavenged supplies they had to work with.
It did mean, however, that she was feeling no pain, either literally or in the colloquial sense, and for the moment was quite involved in watching her fingers as she repeatedly flexed them into claws or drummed them somewhat less than rhythmically on the edge of the slab. Hands were so complicated.
Where: the clinic
When: after she gets hurled into a wall (thx tfp megatron) and before she's off the robot drugs
What: drugged-up Nautica is even friendlier than regular Nautica
Warnings: shameless fluff?
A docile patient, particularly in comparison to the other people around here likely to end up in the clinic, Nautica was curled up on her side in a berth, uncomplaining despite the fresh welds spidering silver across her back and impeller housings. The circuit dampers keeping those welds from bothering her might have been slightly miscalibrated--she was a small mech, and didn't have a tolerance built up from a lifetime of hospital stays over the course of an unending war. It was hardly the medics' fault they'd erred on the high side, especially considering the scavenged supplies they had to work with.
It did mean, however, that she was feeling no pain, either literally or in the colloquial sense, and for the moment was quite involved in watching her fingers as she repeatedly flexed them into claws or drummed them somewhat less than rhythmically on the edge of the slab. Hands were so complicated.
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He'd gotten in range again. Rookie mistake. Nautica grabbed Brainstorm's hand and used him as a counterweight to pull herself into a sitting position--and then didn't let go.
"See, soon I'll be able to get my own stuff." Since she was listing a good ten degrees to the left and hadn't noticed, that seemed unlikely.
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Yeah, Brainstorm's not having that. He has half a mind to dislodge himself so she flops back down. He doesn't because he's not a complete jerk-- but it does cross his mind.
"Uh-huh. Tell me that again when you arent drugged up to your optics."
He gives Nautica a ginger pat on the head, distracted from her unsteadiness. She needed a weapon, one that she'd keep with her. And if not a weapon, then some kind of proper defense. He's not going to allow Nautica to die if he can do something about it.
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"I. Am. Fine." She wasn't upset--it would take more than Brainstorm being Brainstorm to do that--but she was quite intent on making making him see his glaring error. "Stormy."