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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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She regrets the choice of words immediately, but it's a day ending in -y when Gwen regrets something that came out of her mouth. At least there's no harm done here. (She sincerely hopes.)
"What happened?"
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Gwen opens her mouth, closes it. Her lips press into an unhappy line, though it is not immediately obvious what is the cause. She cannot fault someone trying to protect themselves or someone else. She also doesn't know Megatron to know where his tone stems from: having become inured to the concept or true not caring.
Thinking of the battle only makes her feel tired, and more than a little sad.
"I'm glad you and Drift made it out." Her tone is genuine. She tips her head to the side as something occurs to her. "Have you really been working since we've been back without rest?"
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"Your concern is appreciated. I am used to operating on little rest, though. The war was like that."