[banging fists on table] MORE ROBOT DRAMA MORE ROBOT DRAMA MORE ROBOT DR

[knaval]

Who: riptide and some other dudes
When: after magnus's post
Where: riptide's room
What: sad fish boy
Warnings: cw for possible discussion of war, violence, ptsd, generally the depressing shit you get with these metal tittybabies



a. magnus

[accepting his fate, riptide allowed magnus to drag him to his room, no longer fighting.

if he had more knowledge of the situation, he would respond differently. he doesn't, though, and all he knows is he takes part in something that results in all his friends being left for the djd. after everything he's experienced in regards to tarn aboard to moira, after everything everyone has done for him, he was still stupid and selfish enough to leave them all for dead.

what the fuck did getaway say to him?

these are things that riptide will wonder about until he's physically unable to stay awake anymore, but for now he just lets whatever's going to happen to him happen.]

b. megatron

[they didn't finish the wall.

riptide eventually gets sick of laying on his bed staring at it like a useless sack of shit and gets up, sliding off the berth to carefully press at the edges still sticking out awkwardly.

he still thinks the table looked fine where it was.

sighing, riptide gets to work. missing brainstorm and nautica intensely for a moment before telling himself he doesn't deserve to.]

c. anyone else

[you want this sad fish? come yell at him in his room. he's not leaving.]

Comments

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Not much. Well, Kind of a lot, but nothing really important.

[knaval]

Look at my face, Drift. Take in my expression and rethink that statement.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Look, it's been crazy since I got here. I'm still in the process of getting all of this figured out. That's all that's been going on with me.

[knaval]

I mean... before here. Before everything. After you left the ship.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Oh. Ah, well. Mostly it was just travel. I didn't exactly have any destination in mind, I just... well, drifted, for lack of a better word. I stopped and helped people out wherever I could, figured I should try and do a little good while I was out there. There are small cells of Decepticons everywhere, a lot of them are still harassing organic planets and I was trying to put a stop to it. I suppose I was looking for a new calling.

[knaval]

Pssh. Seriously, Drift. That's like the plot of every human anime ever.

What were you really doing?

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

That was it. What else was there for me to do? I'd made myself an outcast.

now without the goof

[knaval]

You didn't want to go home or anything?

insert Goofy yell here

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

That's... kind of complicated.

hyuk

[knaval]

[there's a brief pause, then riptide sighs.]

I don't think I'd want to either right now. Sorry for asking.

yaaahohohoooieee

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

No, it's fine. I'd made a choice, and I was prepared to deal with the consequences.

That whole thing was just a mess.

[knaval]

[selfishly, riptide wonders if he made a choice.]

Yeah. It tends to be. Just-- existing is a mess.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

It can be, but it isn't all bad. Even the worst messes can be cleaned up. Maybe not perfectly, not every stain is going to come out, but that's okay.

[knaval]

It's not okay. None of this is even close to okay.

...

I mean this in the nicest possible way but... please go away.

[he can't anymore.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[Well this hadn't quite gone how Drift had planned. He sighs softly and nods, standing up and heading for the door.]

Okay. Let me know if you need anything.