video;

[asafepairofhands]

[This time when Ratchet starts broadcasting, the video clicks on. He looks a little worn, but there's an underlying stubborn determination there, deepening the lines at the corners of his mouth.]

Ratchet here. Consider the inorganic section of medical officially back in business. That goes for everyone who's even part mechanical, not just Cybertronians--my door is open.

If you are Cybertronian and I haven't seen you for a check, you're due. I'm aware I still can't exactly order any of the Decepticons around ranking medical officer or not, but except for certain individuals who know who they are, you're welcome as well and I recommend it. Who knows what the hell this place is doing to us--I'd appreciate a baseline just in case something does go wrong and I end up having to do something about it.

Anyway, that's it. Ratchet out.

Comments

[Video]

[harderfasterwrecker]

Good news for me. Same amount of crazy as always.

See?

[Whirl gestures vaguely at himself.]

Good? Good.

[Video]

[asafepairofhands]

Actually, I'd appreciate it if you'd drop by medical.

[His tone is unreadable, but his optics have that odd, intent sharpness that was there when Whirl had finished the last welds at his wrists.]

As a favor to me.

Re: [Video]

[harderfasterwrecker]

[He pauses, frame going still and then Whirl's vocalizer onlines with a click.

It takes him a moment to respond but when he does he sounds more than a little irritated.]

Ah, scrap.

fine.

video;

[shiro2hero]

[Way to grab his attention there, Ratchet. He was, honestly, going to ask some questions about what exactly these big robots were -- but that one part gets his attention.]

"Part mechanical"? Is that pretty common around here?

video;

[asafepairofhands]

It's not exactly uncommon.

Why, do you need some help?

video;

[shiro2hero]

No, I'm fine.

[You're a shit liar.]

I just didn't think it happened often enough for someone to offer their help with it.

[aerospacecommander]

Does that mean you care for us Decepticons? I'm so touched.

[asafepairofhands]

Touched in the head, maybe.

[Muttering.]

Either way, of course I'll treat you. That's my job.

[aerospacecommander]

I'd hope so. You are my favorite medic after all.

[taselikeabee]

That's it?

[asafepairofhands]

What did you want, a ticker tape parade?

[Ratchet bites down carefully on his tongue and cycles warm air from his vents in a measured, delicate hiss.]

I can work again, so I'm going to work. So, yeah. That's it.

[AUDIO]

[onlytwoexpressions]

[Locked to audio because Magnus does not feel like seeing anyone at the moment.]

Ratchet...if possible, I'd like to postpone my check up.

video; private;

[asafepairofhands]

[Welp, he's locking the hell out of this conversation.]

What's wrong, Magnus?

[audio]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Normally Drift would be all about replying via video, but there just happens this thing going around that turns people into funky aliens and yea. Drift doesn't want to weird Ratchet out or anything, so audio it is. Just maybe ignore the fact that Drift's voice is all weirdly gravely now. Aliens right.]

Good to hear that you're back on your feet, but I hope you've been resting properly in your time off.

[He's almost positive that he hasn't been because he's Ratchet, but y'know.]

video;

[asafepairofhands]

[He looks more entertained right now than anything, eyeing his MID.]

You have met me, right? I mean, more than twice.

audio

[knaval]

[riptide is still salty as fuck with ratchet and it shows in his clipped tone.]

I'd like a full check up, please. As soon as possible.

[so he can leave after ayyy]

video

[asafepairofhands]

...come to medical when you can, then. I'm free

audio

[wallride]

That was a short break, considering. You get everything sorted?

Re: audio

[asafepairofhands]

For the most part. As sorted as they're going to get, anyway.

video;

[heelys]

Ratchet! Good to see you around again, you ol' rust bucket! I was starting to think you had two feet in the scrapheap.

[he's so pleased to see him though.]

video;

[asafepairofhands]

You're not so lucky yet, Bumblebee. [Ratchet's voice warms a little.] How're the legs?

[audio]

[decepticonpeacemaker]

[Given the last time he spoke to Ratchet and was in the medbay was when he'd been given some of the worst news of his life, Soundwave didn't really want to go back there. Ravage having appeared here made things better, but it didn't erase that grief completely.]

[But he had been a bit too... spirited in punching Tarn in the face, and too apathetic after to care about how dented his hand got, or how much stress he had put on his joints hauling around Megatron's fusion cannon. They weren't serious injuries, but sitting on them for nearly a month wasn't the best life choice.]

[Soundwave huffed, not wanting to be lectured just yet, so he didn't turn on the video.]

Let me know when you are available. I imagine I am due for a check.

video;

[asafepairofhands]

[The audio-only has him suspicious, but he tilts his head in agreement. He hasn't forgotten the last time they were in the medbay either.]

Sure. Drop by Moro deck, I'll take a look.

[Action]

[crankycat]

[Most folks were calling ahead, letting Ratchet know they were coming. But not this guy. Screw that. After being convinced by worrywort momSoundwave to come, he came. He didn't think he needed to. He was in one piece once again, everything seemed to check out. The Ingress can perform miracles apparently.

Switching off his deflectors as he entered, he'll head for an empty exam berth, and jump ontop of it. Plunking his butt down to sit with a huff.]

I'm here.

[Hi Ratchet, have a grumpy patient. His rear end very much attached, and not the gun metal grey of death.]

action;

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet looks up and sets down the large glass tube he was holding back into its stand with surprising care, given what he's working with, and crosses the medbay to stop in front of the slab Ravage picked, looking unaccountably pleased.]

Good--I was intending on calling you if you didn't show. If I am inferring correctly from the thrilled look on your face that Soundwave talked you into hauling yourself down here, thank him for me, please. [He reaches out, but... not quickly, telegraphing the movement before he starts to run a scan and probe at Ravage with delicate clawtips, his touch light and businesslike.] How are you feeling? Besides kidnapped, obviously, there isn't much I can do about that just at the moment.