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ximilialog2022-02-17 08:13 am
flickerandfade) wrote in ximilialog2022-02-17 08:13 am
Fond are my feelings, yet unfeeling I feign » Open
CHARACTERS: Megatron, anyone else
LOCATION: The Station
DATE: Feb 13th onward.
CONTENT: MEgatron hangs out on the station.
WARNINGS: N/a
Infirmary
In the hectic couple of days after the return from the mission, Megatron quite literally does not sleep. Being a cybernetic lifeform has it's benefits, apparently! And one of them is being able to power through without rest when the need arises. He practically never leaves the infirmary, considering that the most skilled doctor among the group is among the injured requiring treatment, rest, and recuperation. In the first few days, he's here whether in holoform or his actual body, changing IVs, checking vitals, and doing rounds to make sure everyone is as comfortable as can be.
He'll also heckle anyone who passes near the Infirmary about making sure they have enough to eat now that they're back aboard and have access to proper nutrition again. Basically he's being aggravating and doing his best to take care of everyone and running himself ragged to do it, especially while Bones and Marta are still recovering.
Maybe someone should tell him to take it easy?
Common Area
Once things have calmed down and he's gotten some rest, Megatron resumes his usual place in the common area, usually reading something or other and keeping quietly to himself. Some days it's a medical text and others it's more culturally relevant information, which is the case today. He's scrolling through a datapad, a look of intense concentration on his face as he studies... something. If someone gets close enough to disturb him or even ask him what he's looking over, he gives a faint sound of discomfort--who the hell is bothering him now? But he raises the datapad.
"...I'm reading up on Terran poetry. I have little else to do and thought it might give some insight into your mindset." He pauses.
"I'm not sure that it has."
( I will happily match pose format, and if you have a more specific starter or situation you'd like, feel free to poke at me for it or just wildcard your heart out. )
LOCATION: The Station
DATE: Feb 13th onward.
CONTENT: MEgatron hangs out on the station.
WARNINGS: N/a
Infirmary
In the hectic couple of days after the return from the mission, Megatron quite literally does not sleep. Being a cybernetic lifeform has it's benefits, apparently! And one of them is being able to power through without rest when the need arises. He practically never leaves the infirmary, considering that the most skilled doctor among the group is among the injured requiring treatment, rest, and recuperation. In the first few days, he's here whether in holoform or his actual body, changing IVs, checking vitals, and doing rounds to make sure everyone is as comfortable as can be.
He'll also heckle anyone who passes near the Infirmary about making sure they have enough to eat now that they're back aboard and have access to proper nutrition again. Basically he's being aggravating and doing his best to take care of everyone and running himself ragged to do it, especially while Bones and Marta are still recovering.
Maybe someone should tell him to take it easy?
Common Area
Once things have calmed down and he's gotten some rest, Megatron resumes his usual place in the common area, usually reading something or other and keeping quietly to himself. Some days it's a medical text and others it's more culturally relevant information, which is the case today. He's scrolling through a datapad, a look of intense concentration on his face as he studies... something. If someone gets close enough to disturb him or even ask him what he's looking over, he gives a faint sound of discomfort--who the hell is bothering him now? But he raises the datapad.
"...I'm reading up on Terran poetry. I have little else to do and thought it might give some insight into your mindset." He pauses.
"I'm not sure that it has."
( I will happily match pose format, and if you have a more specific starter or situation you'd like, feel free to poke at me for it or just wildcard your heart out. )
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"The pulsefire and the way it burns only through living things is... strange. I'm not sure whether that's part of why you're experiencing this pain. What happens if you remove the limb? May we do so?"
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"It feels the same, whether it's attached or seperated. That's normal, it doesn't usually affect how it feels."
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"...My usual practice would be to offer you some sort of pain killer but you're not able to ingest them the way a Cybertronian would," Megatron admits.
"I rather suspect it has something to do with the properties of the pulsefire, but without a sample to analyze what the exact cause is will be difficult to nail down."
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"How do those painkillers work? Could they be modified to work on a droid?" It doesn't seem likely, or that it would be particularly safe even if possible, but he at least wants to explore the idea.
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