11th Transmission | Audio (Halloween Event)

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[The com clicks on. And there is a long... long silence. Some shifting in the background. Unlike previous transmissions, this one lacks the distinct creaking sounds of metal. At last, a voice speaks. While familiar, it is not... the same as before.]

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I require... [another pause] I... need... hmn.

Clothing. Covering. Now.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I apologize.

It is a perfect chance for us to learn about those we protect. I just... require clothing, before I can leave my room. I believe that it would be considered most inappropriate otherwise.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[muttermuttersomethingphysicallyimpossible]

Can learn about them just fine with the internet.

... yeah. Me too. Why is this... are all humans so... sensitive?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[What was that, dear?]

It is hardly the same as experiencing!

I believe it has a lot to do with how their nerves... [insert scientific explanation here, babblebabble]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Nothing, go play with C4]

... I can do without the... experience. How do we shut off the pain receptors, hmn?

[Lets him prattle on for a few minutes...] Ratchet. Focus.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[... :<]

I don't believe we can...

... Hm?

Oh. Ah... yes. Of course.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... So I have to--that is ridiculous. They cannot expect me to... Hmpf!

Still do not see how you can possibly be enjoying this nonsense.

And is the heating system on this boat defective!

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

It is interesting.

... You are no longer able to manually control your internal heating. You must use clothing to do so.

[heavyweaponsbot]

It is not interesting, it is painful.

... I have none. I have this... cloth... thing.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Only if you do something foolish.

As do I. Mikaela has said she will retrieve me some - perhaps you should wait in my room?

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Now. Sore...

... you expect me to go to your room like this?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

... Hm, perhaps it is simply adjustment to your current form...

You have cloth. Wrap it around yourself to go down the hall.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I doubt that.

Fine. Coming.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I will be waiting.

[Action spam!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[Knock.]

[Action spam!]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ohai. Won't you come in?]

[Action spam!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[he comes in, clutching that towel tightly ... around his entire midsection. Like a towel-dress. After a moment, he peers at the doc.]

What is on your face.

[Action spam!]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He had his own towel tied in a loose knot at his hips, not overly concerned. Not being human, the issues of modesty didn't really occur to him beyond the cultural connotations.

Ratchet blinked for a moment before reaching a hand up, brushing against the glasses.]

Oh! They appear to be some form of visual aid...

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's not so much for modesty as it is for warmth. It's not that cold in here, but the lower temperature is making him ache.

He can't quite deny that he notices Ratchet's own towel construction.]

... Since when do you need visual aid? Your optics worked fine.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet has yet to notice the cold... He's been too pre-occupied.

He lifts the glasses slightly and squints, trying to focus his vision.]

I am not sure. However, the visual is no longer clear when I do not have them, and I am unsure how to recalibrate them.

[Action spam!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's hard for him to notice anything but the discomfort... Stupid chest wound.]

Let me see. Probably doing it wrong. Give them here.

[He steps forward, reaching for the glasses.]

[Action spam!]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[... Well, now he can't see it thanks to you taking his glasses. B|

This is very uncomfortable now, thanks. :|]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[The towel's in the way of most of it. ... but without his hands to hold it up, it's slipping a bit. Turns the glasses over a few times in his hands.]

How can these possibly help your optics...? See any better yet?

[Action spam!]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet can unfortunately barely see the glasses, let alone the towel.]

... No, no improvement.

[Action spam!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Huh. If they have tampered with your optics... [growls and mutters to himself for a moment.]

[Kind of... awkwardly... jams them back on.]

How about now?

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I am not sure that they have been tampered with anymore than the rest of my body...

[Squeezes his eyes shut to avoid getting another pointy in the eye. They are sitting slightly askew thanks to Ironhide, but he can at least see again.]

As they were the last time I wore the aids. I can see fine.