shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Dude, I don't want my job either.

 

Must be -gives him a Look-

Should we be getting engex to go with this?

He wasn´t the brightest diode in th´ batch. But ´e thought ´e was.

-shrugs- CO´s are glitches, present company and mosta th´ship excepted.

 

Did not realize this before the war ended. Apologies, Sawbones, if I have offended in any way.

 

Bad COs, one way 'r another, were kinda a staple on Cybertron. War gave us a chance t' finangle 'em in front'a someone else's blaster, at least.

 

...yeah. [He shrugs, still awkward.] It worked it's over it's whatever. We're here now and the captains are great that's what matters right?

Well if we ever find the fragger on our Space Adventure you can be third in line to beat the coolant out of him how's that sound?

Well I mean a solid quarter of the ship is coming straight out of war zones not even including whatever jetfuel the colonies were involved in pre-contact what did you expect? [Slightly less awkward wingflutters. They might not be Officially Flock but Triage is still a flierbro.]

I wouldn't say no... [Considering the topic, there were probably better ways to phrase that. Oh well.]

 

Then why don't you change positions??? I'm sure the captains will let you...

Glad he's gone, then!!! The Cause needed all the smart bots we could get!!!

Exactly!!!

 

Ah. Perhaps for the best that it came to an end, though method of ending was... poor.

Yes. Should have realized. Will attempt to remember this for future interactions, to avoid unhappy memories if possible.

[He flicks his wings in a conciliatory way.]

 

[Scanner leans against Cloudcrusher's leg, grinning obnoxiously.]
Hey boss, anyone I should know about who is in severe need of needing a shorted out brain?

 

[He blinks]
Because I'm literally a worthless piece of scrap outside my abilities t do that job.

 

-noofs- Naw, yer good. Did say present company ´xcepted.

Oh yes. Just sad I never got ta see that.

-makes engex appear-

Why thank you, sweetspark!

 

[Venture grins, wings easing down to a more comfortable angle.] I should hope so considering you're in medbay I mean I am 100% fine but like not everyone is??

I know I'm not your boss but I don't think anyone would argue against frying Oar :P

[Venture snags a cube, sniffs it, and frowns at it until it dream-magics itself into a nice sweet cocktail. There we go!]

 

C'n say that again. System was fragged, but th' war was fragged too.

-he laughs-
Not at th' mo', but I'll keep y'updated, how's that?

Though Venture does make a good point...
-his wings move as he considers this-

 

So learn something you like better??? People let you do that here, and you're smarter than some bots I've worked with!!!

You're welcome!!!
-he sniffs the engex, pours something else in the glass, then sips it-

 

Oh I've got a few good points ;) [The fluttering is now distinctly flirtatious, and he only barely tries to hide his grin behind his drink.]

 

Untrue.

[He pats her on the head with absent affection, then remembers himself and pulls his hand away, clearing his vocalizer in mild embarrassment.]

I appreciate the regard, Sawbones.

Wish we could get a nonaligned doctor, given reasonable uncertainties some crew has seeing myself or Life Support. Celsius is very competent, but technically not trained in surgery. Your trine is very well connected-- pass word along if you find any?

Glad to see that you made it through. Would have regretted not meeting you.

 

[He blinks, momentarily distracted.] Uh. Sure. Wou-- you guys only want licensed people in the bay right? Like officially Academy-trained or whatever equivalent Cons had?

[Awww, lookit the happy trinemates. The grin Venture hides behind his cube is softer and fond now.]

 

-considers being bipedal, decides she can´t be arsed and flops down to stick her nose in a cube-

-noses him over some engex- Here, have a cube boss.

 

Oh, I can see that.
-he winks and toasts Venture with his drink-

So, @Scanner, how's about this? If Oar shows up here an' butts in where he ain't wanted, or he lays hands on 'r threatens th' crew again, y'can do what y'please t' him, provided it ain't permanent.

Glad you're still here too, darlin'.
-runs a gentle hand down Triage's closest wing-

 

Trained at Cybertron after war, unofficial field medic by virtue of tendency to steal medpacks prior to then. Licencing would be a boon, given official nature of mission, but not required. Sawbones is trained in surgery despite lack of license, and perfectly capable. I am willing to pay under the table if it becomes necessary.

[He takes a cube of engex and eyes it suspiciously before taking off his mask.]

[He shifts a little closer, tipping his wing down for better pettings.]

 

Yer sellin´tickets?