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15th Transmission

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[Awkward silence for a few moments.]

Anyone here know how to dispose of a corpse on this ship? Particularly one that is... falling apart...

((ooc: Yes, the fish that so traumatized Mikaela, and had taken up residence in Ironhide's bathtub... has passed on. He's not allowed pets.))

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So what, is this somehow my fault now?!

...Tripped? Over...what? Are you okay?

Edited 2009-12-17 03:05 (UTC)

No. Ratchet's fault.

... Over a piece of the bed. I am fine.

How is it Rathcet's fault...?!

...Are you sure?

..Wait. A piece? Did you break it or something?

He wanted the creature.

Yeah. I am sure... and this bed has been broken for... weeks.

Doesn't make it his fault. Just flush it down the toilet.

...It's still not fixed?!

It is. I would not have kept it if he did not insist.

... do what with it?

No.

...Do you want me to come get rid of it, Ironhide?

That's really weird.

... yes.

Why is it... weird?

Okay. I'm uh...on my way.

Cause usually stuff fixes itself. Sometimes.

... you know where I am.

Does it?

On my way.

Yeah. Sometimes.

[doop doop doop, BANG BANG on the door :D]

...

[He hobbles over to it, opening it for her.]

[She slips in under his arm, glancing around.]

Okay....so where's the fish?

[He points over at the bathroom.]

In there.

...'Kay. [Oh, gross. This is going to be gross. She pushes the door to the bathroom open, wrinkling her nose. Definitely smelled like a dead fish in here.]

...Eeew, Ironhide. [She tugs her shirt to cover her nose, and pulls half a roll of unused toilet paper off so that she can pick it up.]

This is disgusting.

[He pokes his head in after her, watching her... dispose of this thing.]

Just a corpse.

[She flings it into the toilet, nose still wrinkled. She flushes it, then darts to the sink to wash her hands repeatedly.]

...Exactly. It's gross.

... Organic corpses are too delicate.

[Still watching her, in the doorway.]

Well...yeah. I mean, we're organic. [She finishes washing her hands for the umpteenth time, then heads towards the door of the bathroom. God it reeked of fish in there.]

Might wanna hit up like, one of the shops or something, see if you can find some air freshener or something.

[He turns to watch her, and leans against the wall.]

I shut off my olfactory sensors. Does not bother me.

Lucky you.

[She looks him over.]

You doing okay...?

Yeah.

[He... looks away, and shrugs.]

Just fine.

[She shifts. Are things still awkward? Yeah. Things are still awkward.]

You uh...you sure?

[He shrugs, and prods at the hole in his chest, wincing.]

Yeah. Everything is fine.

You don't...you're not acting like you're okay.

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