Ep. 1 - AR - "Shift Change" - [Open]
Sept 22, 2013 17:15:23 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 17:15:23 GMT -5
(( Starting it off with Layby and Dusk but wanted to leave it open in case anyone wants to ask to join! <3 ))
Work was pretty fraggin' good.
Good in the way that there was plenty to do, but nothing of the wrong kind - no mechs on the table to fix save for the small stuff, no life or death situations, but it wasn't slow either. His charges were protected. Well. Safe. Good.
There were some new mechs landed that needed a check, but it was shift change and Ratchet had it handled despite his offers for lending a hand. The Bay had been reorganized, equipment (most of it) cleaned during his night shift and all things in their proper place.
Including, to his present surprise, on himself.
It was personal-log day for him. Where he'd take a day every certain amount of time and add to the detailed case study on himself. Keep notes, mark changes in behavior, sensations, everything. And he noticed, as he added to the log in the washracks, that this is the first time he felt… okay. There was no change, of course. But he was better. The fidgeting was given purpose in the Med Bay, as were the manic tendencies that he could direct towards something productive.
Good.
It felt like the perfect time to take himself over to the Neutral base in his off-shift after a quick cycle of recharge, putting him on the African side around dusk (lol, he thought). With Prime's approval, Cleaver's okay, and Ratchet closely linked to his comm., Dusk bridged over into the atrium and made a bee-line for the bar.
"Layby!" He called before he even rounded the corner. "Layby. I need something. A magical something. Only you can give me this something, oh wizard."
Work was pretty fraggin' good.
Good in the way that there was plenty to do, but nothing of the wrong kind - no mechs on the table to fix save for the small stuff, no life or death situations, but it wasn't slow either. His charges were protected. Well. Safe. Good.
There were some new mechs landed that needed a check, but it was shift change and Ratchet had it handled despite his offers for lending a hand. The Bay had been reorganized, equipment (most of it) cleaned during his night shift and all things in their proper place.
Including, to his present surprise, on himself.
It was personal-log day for him. Where he'd take a day every certain amount of time and add to the detailed case study on himself. Keep notes, mark changes in behavior, sensations, everything. And he noticed, as he added to the log in the washracks, that this is the first time he felt… okay. There was no change, of course. But he was better. The fidgeting was given purpose in the Med Bay, as were the manic tendencies that he could direct towards something productive.
Good.
It felt like the perfect time to take himself over to the Neutral base in his off-shift after a quick cycle of recharge, putting him on the African side around dusk (lol, he thought). With Prime's approval, Cleaver's okay, and Ratchet closely linked to his comm., Dusk bridged over into the atrium and made a bee-line for the bar.
"Layby!" He called before he even rounded the corner. "Layby. I need something. A magical something. Only you can give me this something, oh wizard."