[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Doctor, I Presume? (Open)
May 19, 2020 14:17:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2020 14:17:41 GMT -5
Episode 3 - Week 2 - Day 3
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* Set after the events in "Internal Compass"
- tf-prime-rp.proboards.com/thread/2631/internal-compass-open
Oversquare stood outside the entrance to the medical bay, just out of range of the sensor trigger. Hand-digits were balled on hip plating, one hip cocked to the side as her optics blazed orange at the entry door as if it was the entrance to feckin' Hades.
The older mech didn't particularly want to do this as medical checkup would lead to questions.
Really though, what was she concerned about?
Old injuries weren't anything new as it was almost expected in 'Bots that had served in any capacity as a soldier. And medical had probably seen and experienced some pretty weird shiite way beyond what she sported because...medical, right? That unnerving voice in her processor butted in and interrupted her thought processer; the organics sometimes referred to it as a "conscience".
Just go ahead and admit that you're still smarting - pun intended, zing! - at the markings on your back plates. There! Was that so hard?
She shifted slightly in stance, adjusting the camouflaged poncho that she favored as an accessory; an experienced profiler would read the fussing as reticence.
It was standard procedure for any new arrivals to check in and receive the once over from the medical department; Oversquare just had to suck it up.
She muttered an, "Okay. Fine. Let's do this."
Perhaps she'd luck out and the duty shift was left uncovered and ducking out would be an option.
The ECM 'Bot blew exhaust out vocal vents and willed her peds forward to trigger the entry sensor.
= = = =
* Set after the events in "Internal Compass"
- tf-prime-rp.proboards.com/thread/2631/internal-compass-open
Oversquare stood outside the entrance to the medical bay, just out of range of the sensor trigger. Hand-digits were balled on hip plating, one hip cocked to the side as her optics blazed orange at the entry door as if it was the entrance to feckin' Hades.
The older mech didn't particularly want to do this as medical checkup would lead to questions.
Really though, what was she concerned about?
Old injuries weren't anything new as it was almost expected in 'Bots that had served in any capacity as a soldier. And medical had probably seen and experienced some pretty weird shiite way beyond what she sported because...medical, right? That unnerving voice in her processor butted in and interrupted her thought processer; the organics sometimes referred to it as a "conscience".
Just go ahead and admit that you're still smarting - pun intended, zing! - at the markings on your back plates. There! Was that so hard?
She shifted slightly in stance, adjusting the camouflaged poncho that she favored as an accessory; an experienced profiler would read the fussing as reticence.
It was standard procedure for any new arrivals to check in and receive the once over from the medical department; Oversquare just had to suck it up.
She muttered an, "Okay. Fine. Let's do this."
Perhaps she'd luck out and the duty shift was left uncovered and ducking out would be an option.
The ECM 'Bot blew exhaust out vocal vents and willed her peds forward to trigger the entry sensor.