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

[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 into infinity

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I thought you'd say something like that.

Look, I know you've been out of commission for a while and you're eager to get back to work, that's just who you are, but I think you should take some time to yourself to actually relax every now and then. I'm worried you're stretching yourself too thin.

v i d e o ;

[asafepairofhands]

Well, with all the other medics on this ship, I can't imagine why I haven't taken an extended vacation before now.

[His optics are very narrow.]

What's wrong with you?

audddiooooo

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I'm just saying, a little self care goes a long way.

And I'm fine, don't change the subject.

[asafepairofhands]

Turn on your video, then, if you're so 'fine'.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

Yeah that's, um. Broken.

[asafepairofhands]

[Someone goes from medium-crabby to his severe no-nonsense I-am-a-medical-professional-and-you'd-best-do-as-I-say voice in about 0.4 seconds.]

Where are you? Right now.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Ratchet, seriously, I'm fine.

[Yeah arguing is totally pointless but it's not going to stop Drift from trying]

[asafepairofhands]

Then there's no possible reasonable objection you could have to seeing me right now, is there? I'm on my way.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I haven't even told you where I am!

[asafepairofhands]

I'll figure it out eventually even if you don't, but it'd make my life easier if you just let me know now.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[ssSSIGH]

I'm in my room.

[asafepairofhands]

[There's a knock on the door about three and a half seconds later.]

How did I guess?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Good lord Ratchet how are you so fast.]

Okay, real quick, two things.

One, promise you won't freak out. Two, I can't exactly reach the door right now, so you'll have to let yourself in.

[asafepairofhands]

[Because he was already on his way there, because of COURSE YOU WERE IN YOUR STUPID ROOM YOU STUPID HIPPIE]

Well, fifty-fifty isn't bad, I guess. [He keys the door open and steps inside, scowling.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[GOD

anyway Drift's one of these little fuckers, staring up at Ratchet and just. Shrugging. What does he say to this.]

So. This happened.

[asafepairofhands]

Huh.

[Ratchet's optics narrow and he flexes his claws slowly before he folds his arms over his windscreen.]

Well, that can't be comfortable. You doing all right, otherwise?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift's kind of relieved that Ratchet's taking this pretty damn well. He can't help but stare at the claws for a moment but y'know.]

I... guess? I don't think I'm in any pain, it just... Everything feels weird.

[asafepairofhands]

I think I'd be more worried if everything didn't feel weird.

[Ratchet eyes him consideringly, the claws of one hand clicking together at a steady, thoughtful pace.]

Please tell me you've eaten something since this happened. And showered and changed clothes at least once.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Drift is really distracted by the claws okay, he doesn't even know if he should mention it just what is everything right now.]

Okay, shower yes, clothes I haven't actually been wearing much because if feels strange, so I think this is still clean? I'm just going to assume it is. Food. Right, I should eat food.

[asafepairofhands]

Please do. I didn't haul my aft all that way to collect you only to have you let yourself starve to death by accident, understand?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Yes, Ratchet. I understand. Honestly though, I have no idea what am, let alone what I can eat. I mean, have you ever seen one of these before?

[He kind of motions at himself, look he is scaly and freaky and has buggy eyes what is this]

[asafepairofhands]

Hmm. ...no, actually. Good point. Let me check the ship's medical records to see if there's anything that matches so you don't go accidentally poisoning yourself somehow.

[He draws out his MID and starts tapping at it delicately with one claw--it's slower than it would have been with fingers, obviously, but he's managing. He flicks his optics briefly down to Drift.]

This is what all that fuss was about? What did you even think I'd do when I saw you?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

I wasn't sure, to be honest. I just figured you already had enough on your mind lately. Are you doing all right?