AWRIGHT

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Okay, so, usually how I do this is... pretty standard to group rps. Just... Write a response under cut, continue in comments. Log... stuff. Usually I will lock the post so only the player(s) and I can see it, but assuming you're okay with it being public? If not, let me know, so I can add you to my flist and thus allow you to read locked posts, without you having to add back. c:

Also, again: take your time, no rush, just have fun. This remains open until one or both of us go "okay that's enough". Use whichever style you're comfortable with; I usually go with prose slathered with fourth wall shenanigans.

I'm also assuming this takes place within

Ambulon was... tired.

Though not necessarily in the traditional, physical sense. More so, today had been very busy. For a medic, this was usually never a good thing. If it didn't have something to do with outside forces or people getting their heads blown off or sparkeaters or driving into a field of space babies with dirty diapers, it was people simply suffering from cabin fever and/or taking out the stress and anxiety on their peers.

Brawls were always fun. To watch. In movies. Ambulon was about the only one on call when the fight broke out, and Ratchet and First Aid arrived just as he was working on patient number four. Though none of the wounds were considerably bad, and nowhere near life threatening, it was still a tedious process. And still feeling like a stranger on this ship meant Ambulon bit his tongue when he wanted to tell the patients they were idiots for fighting in the first place. Not that he was prone to insulting or chewing out those in his care, but... You don't exactly earn respect by acting stupid.

Shift was almost over, at least. Though it came to Ambulon a bit late that one other person had been involved in the brawl. Which, of course, made sense. Whirl hadn't shown up, however. For whatever reason; Ambulon was just now realizing the cycloptic Autobot was... Well. "Not all there". Still, he was injured, and he was his crewmate. Ambulon passed it off as Whirl licking his wounds, or... What if it was more serious?

Shit.

Ambulon traded off with First Aid, gathered a medkit, and headed off to Whirl's quarters. Praying to Vector Sigma it was just the Autobot being a sulky mcpouty. He didn't want to step inside and find Whirl dead in a puddle of energon and possibly booze. He notified his colleague to keep emergency supplies handy just in case, though didn't bother with more details.

Not long after, Ambulon was standing somewhat anxiously at Whirl's door, pinging him over the comm.

"If you don't respond by five seconds, I'm going to assume you're dead and just use the emergency medical override on your lock. Assuming you're dead, I doubt you'd mind."

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

Everyone was used to Whirl's charm. Which was probably how Whirl ended up with a hole in his leg to begin with.

"Of course it's fraggin' horrifying." Kind of the point, Peely McPaintpants.

"Hey! Can't a mech get any privacy?" Whirl looks up from where he's pouring more engex through his wound. Decent? Sure. INdecent, that is.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon frowned. How rude. Of course, the moment he spotted Whirl applying crude battlefield sanitizing to his wound, he instantly came marching inside. "What are you doing?" he demanded, and hoped it came off more as a YOU IDIOT than a legitimate question. "Seriously, you do know there is a medbay here, right?" They needed to put up more signs.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

How rude? Off the charts rude, or else Whirl's losing his touch. Which he'd chalk up to being off his game because someone let Atomizer have a crossbow again.

"Trying to see if I can get drunk this way, duh." It was so obvious.

He looks up, narrowing his optic. "Yeah. Know that. What's your point?" Because Ratchet would make him wait. And wait. And wait. At least here he could entertain himself.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"You know, in regards to the drunk comment--" No. You know what, nevermind. Whirl didn't need to know. Anyway, Ambulon just sort of... rolls his optics. "My point is, why are you in here and not getting medical treatment?" He gestures to the entire mess - which is to say, tries not to gesture to all of Whirl.

Ambulon holds up the medkit. "You're lucky I brought backup," he says. "Now, stop throwing a party in that gash of yours and let me take care of it. Properly."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

See? Quash his scientific curiosity why don't you?

"Because." He shrugs. "Maybe I didn't want to be all gloated over."

He'll just glare at the orangey mech for a long moment. "Why?"

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon just has to stare at Whirl a moment. Debating doing the entire hands-on-hips-tilt-forward-"oh-YOU" pose. Only with more irritability.

"Just... put that down," he says, and gestures to the booze, "and let me... do this." Ambulon cautiously approaches Whirl like he's some wild animal - which, well, isn't too far from the truth. He kind of crouches - not to appear harmless or whatever, just he's not sure if the cycloptic chicken is going to make him kneel or actually lie back on the bed for him.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Who doesn't stare at Whirl like that, though? Okay, normally a bit less sass and a bit more STFU.

"You? You are seriously no fun. So much for laughter is the best medicine, huh?" He's just going to secretly nickname you 'Chuckles.'

Whirl doesn't make anything easy on anyone. But he does at least hold the bottle upright. For now.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"You try laughing when your circuitry is hanging from your disemboweled abdomen." Seriously, imagine that. The laughter would make more of your robotic intestines slip out. What a great image.

"Do you want me between or on top?" Ambulon points to the ground, then up, for emphasis. He pauses. "That is, will you lie down and let me treat your wound, or am I going to have to get on my knees?" He'd scratch off more of his paint, dammit.