11th Transmission | Audio (Halloween Event)

[heavyweaponsbot]

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[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 have a... vague idea.

[ The shudder did not go unnoticed, as Ratchet glances down at his hand, pulling it away. ]

It is better than nothing?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

"Vague idea" is not reassuring. At all.

[He tries to lean into the hand a little, as it's taken away. Instead, he ends up with his shoulder against his friend. Warmer this way, he tells himself.]

Hardly better.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Your optimism is endearing, really. Vague idea is better than none, just as it is better to have no trouble for the moment.

Be happy for what we have - It could always be worse.

[ A sigh issued from him as he glanced down at his comrade, placing the hand back on his opposite shoulder, offering him a gentle squeeze. He didn't seem to have near the issues with proximity in this form, at least. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah yeah... [He waves his hand dismissively.] Prefer a better idea... where a boat full of Decepticons is concerned...

Yeah... Megatron could be he--

[He's cut off by that squeeze. He hadn't even realized they were so--didn't these bodies come with proximity warnings? His face suddenly feels hot, and he almost pulls away. But... it is cold... and this... isn't... that bad.]

--could be here.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

... Are you alright?

[ He blinked, tweaking his glasses once again as he peered down at the Weapons Master for the source of his pause. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. Fine.

[This was... odd. He'd never been fond of close contact. But... this was Ratchet. He was used to the medic in his personal space... So why was this... any different? Why did this feel... different?]

Just cold in here.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the clothing will help then.

[ Loosening his hold on the other, the medic rubbed the span of his shoulders, hoping the friction might help produce some heat. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He wasn't... entirely sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, it did help alleviate the chill. But... He squirmed a little, inching away.]

Yeah. Probably.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[ Rub, rub. Don't be a wimp, he's just warming you up. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Because this is making him uncomfortable!]

... What are you doing.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

You said you were cold. I am attempting to warm you.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... it is not helping.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[ Stops. ]

Sorry. It is the best I can do until Mikaela arrives.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[Nudges him with an elbow]

Yeah. I know. You... tried.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Yes.

You will just have to suffer until then, I suppose.

[ Grins, and nudges him back. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snorts, and flops on his back, bouncing a little on the bed.]

Suffered worse. You know that.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I do. But it is the trivial problems you complain most about.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah... used to the big things. Little things... more irritating.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, they are much easier fixed. I would rather deal with warming you than welding another hole in your armor any day.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He props himself up on his elbows, and looks down at himself.]

Could always get it welded... now. Take less effort.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

You will actually trust me to look at it in this form, then?

[ Too bad, he's already leaning closer to examine it. :| ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

I trust you. The form does not matter. Always trusted you!

[Just rolls his eyes, flopping back down to let him look.

... ignore his face getting red.]

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I have basic knowledge of human anatomy.

[ Prodding gently at it, looking to see how deep the wound is. ]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

You would.

[He's going to hiss and pull back a bit - that hurts.]

Would you be careful.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Hold still.

[ Don't be a protoform, you can take it. :| ]