shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

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He looks like he's trying very hard not to appear concerned.

 

Ye can´t say that again -picks up medkit and walks over to Triage and his prisoner patient

 

[Venture gives the medic as flat a look as he can manage with his optics still sparking, and gestures to the wreck Lacuna's made of his side.] 'f you cccan find it be my-- guest.

Spoiler: personal comms

[Venture sends a message to a garbage location, not knowing Scanner's personal commline.]
[Venture to KWRGU]: thanks for trying

 

(Reed shakes her head, her eye-lights flickering with overload from the garbage data, looks around, sees Cassie again, looks panicked, and disappears from the dreamspace.)

 

its the natural vway of things, no matter the species.

 

Spoiler: personal comms

[Scanner to Venture]: sorry for blastin you too i can't aim worth slag when I gotta be fast. Now excuse me while I purge my tanks because i hit myself too.

[He drags himself off to a corner to be a little more discreet about getting himself back in order]

 

Hm. Nurse Sawbones, your servos are finer than mine. Given frametype, medport is likely in wreckage around here-- [he circles a smaller area in the wreckage] --and would appreciate you getting access for me so I can shut off Venture's pain sensors.

Sit down, Venture. Will focus on repairing wiring first, then plating; should paint be standard for frametype or merely primer so trinemate can fix it later?

 

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I have to win!

-She lunges for Venture again.-

 

Awright -transform into bipedal mode for better use of fingers and climbs onto Venture to look at the mess- Well, lil pinkie sure knows how ta make a mess. -she digs around the wreckage carefully until she find the medport and teases it back into visibility. She moves aside still holding it- Here, I´ll let go once ya got attached or it´ll slip back down.

 

Spoiler: comm

[Venture to Scanner]: sorry
[Venture to Scanner]: hope it goes quick

[Venture shuffles his legs so he's no longer draped over Triage and manages to pull himself into a mostly-upright sitting position.] Awww here I thought you wanted me all ovver you doc... [He laughs a little, the sound still choked with static. At least it doesn't involve actually moving his torso like it would on an organic, though the accompanying sarcastic wing-flick does pull at the rent plating. After a moment to scrape his processor together:] ...primer. Don' make me recon black I d'wanna go ba--

[He scrambles to get a leg up, as a shield even if the angle's a little wrong to kick her away. Between this and Sawbones rummaging around in his side, it's a wonder he hasn't woken up from dream-pain yet.]

 

what the fresh fuck is going on??

 

ask the slag-for-brains halfplane

 

Spoiler: personal comms

[Scanner to Venture]: Nah, don't fragging apologize like ya made me try'n help you. I did that all on my own. Made a decision to protect like a good lil' autobot.

 

Lacuna, stop.

[This is probably the closest to angry he's ever sounded! Congratulations!]

[He takes the medport, unspools his line, and jacks in. Running a background analysis of Venture's systems, Triage turns off the pain sensors and locks most of the movement on his side. His wing flares to compensate, blocking access to Venture from that angle.]

Apologies for induced paralysis, but further injury unwanted. Willing to use primer. Trust that we will be capable of defending you.

[His hands are already peeling out too-damaged plating and tossing it so he has access to fixing the wiring that's been mangled.]

 

-holds her closer so she can't get any leverage-
A'right, you need some quiet time an' some space.
-he dreams up a door in front of him and takes the both of them through it. The space behind the door cannot be seen or heard by the rest of the rave, and vice versa-

 

Augh, CC, I need to win!

-She wrenches herself from side to side, trying to slip free.-

 

Ooookay! Yes, sure, this is good, fine,

[She grabs @Redux Glass 's wrist and starts pulling her away from the carnage]

You don't know me, yet, but you will and that's what matters I guess?! Just let me get you outta the way of this shitshow.

 

-he lets her go but blocks the doorway-

No, y'need t' calm down. Oar ain't allowed to put his hands on you, an' you ain't allowed to put hands on the rest of the crew.

 

-She headbutts his knee.-