[closed] epic sax guy 10 hours

[knaval]

Who: riptide and ratchet also maybe others later
When: on the 5th, after tarn took a giant dump on riptide on the 1st
Where: mediaby
What: emotions
Warnings: sappy robot bullshit



[riptide wasn't sure what he'd wake up to. part of him had expected the inside of a cryo tube again, but he knew he wouldn't be that lucky. everything still hurts, a dull ache indicative of painkillers present somewhere. his single functioning optic struggles to focus, showing double for a few moments. it takes a lot of effort for him to even turn his head to look around.

bugger all on one side. sleeping medic on the other. ratchet's got his arms crossed, head resting on them. riptide squints.

guess he got here somehow. he doesn't remember, and frowning in thought hurts. goddamnit, tarn.

before he slowly flexes and bends his arm, riptide tries to speak to get ratchet's attention. nothing comes out except a soft hiss. he was lucky this time; tarn didn't crush either of his arms. reaching up and tapping the middle of ratchet's chevron with his finger isn't too hard.]

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[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet jerks awake, jacknifing up off the slab and staring around, claws trembling and his optics wide and a little wild. He stares down at Riptide, trying to compose himself as he straightens, the lines carved deep around his mouth.]

Riptide. [His voice sounds like he's the one with the half-repaired vocalizer.] Are you--you're awake. Hell. [The weak, melting relief in his voice is plainly audible, and he struggles to his feet and tries to control the tremors running through his limbs.] Let me, I should--I'll run some scans. Can you speak at all? How much pain are you in?

[knaval]

[he groans a little, optic flickering. opens his mouth. closes it again. has to stop a shitty little grin from spreading across his shitty face.]

Ugh... Ratchet...

[he gestures him closer.]

Important...

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet doesn't catch the expression but he does lean in, one claw touching Riptide's shoulder, his whole body tense.]

What? Riptide, what's wrong?

[knaval]

Had an... awakening.

[he pushes himself up off the slab, putting great effort into his shitty joke.]

Let me... tell you...

[suddenly, riptide wraps his arm around ratchet's shoulders, now half-yelling.]

ABOUT PRIMUS!!

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet jerks in his hold and pushes him back, staring down at him with an awful, unreadable expression on his face before it twists and he chuffs a thick, helpless laugh, sinking back down into his chair again. The laughter shifts, his throat constricting and light spilling helplessly from his optics as he presses his claws to his face and curls in against the side of the berth, his shoulders shaking, unable to help himself.

[This is awful, humiliating--Riptide is the one who needs care now, and breaking down like this isn't going to help anyone but he can't help himself, all the panic and anger and struts-deep fear that Riptide would die under his poor excuses for hands all because he wasn't good enough melting away against the realization that Riptide is well enough to make a stupid joke within two minutes of being awake. The realization that he might actually be all right.

[Still, he can't lift his head and look at Riptide quite yet, light leaking visibly around the thin claws as he trembles, making hitched, half-static sounds in his vocalizer as he struggles desperately for control over his frayed nerves.]

prior to the thread above yo

[heroicpose]

[ Remember how Rodimus hung up on you, Ratchet? That was because he couldn't put what he was feeling to words. His words, he found, were easy to take the wrong way. Often he second guessed what he said too, and it was just a terrible mess of things. He didn't let Ratchet know what he thought. He just let that dangle in the air, because he really had no other way of dealing with it.

As the medibay's doors slide open, his face is grim and his hands were curled into fists at his sides. He doesn't look for Ratchet immediately; instead his optics settle on Riptide's massive and damaged frame. Guilt coils in his gut. He hasn't been good to Riptide. He was his friend, which is why it all... stung.

Still, he had made out with the same mech responsible for his dead. There was no excusing that, no matter how dire. He really is a terrible captain. ]

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet comes around a corner, still streaked with energon to the elbow, holding a stack of supplies and tools in his claws. He looks up to see Rodimus, emotion flickering fast over his face.]

Rodimus.

[His voice is stripped raw, his optics pale as he starts back to work, leaning in to start welding again, his claws delicate and steady.] Sorry, I have to--I can't stop just now.

[heroicpose]

[ Rodimus's optics widen slightly as Ratchet rounds about the corner, but he's frozen in spot. It's like his own energon was ice in his lines. He couldn't bring himself to move closer. ]

Y-Yeah. Of course.

[ He lifts a limp hand, grabbing his elbow on the other arm, clinging to it uselessly. There wasn't much he could do, was there? ]

He'll be okay, right?

[asafepairofhands]

I'm trying, Rodimus.

[His voice is frayed at the edges. One claw flexes as he switches tools and moves onto another section.]

He's not stable yet.

LIKE SOMETIME ON THE 7TH IDK

[redshitlord]

[He's been staying with Bee. Ever since... the last time they'd really talked and Riptide made it clear he wasn't making anything better. Not even a little bit. But... it was the wrong thing to do, apparently. Because then this happened and...]

[And he's hunched up and standing awkwardly in the doorway, determined just to do that -- peek in and go. It's what the other bot wants, isn't it? Wants him to hate him and leave and he just can't and...]

[And...]

[And?]

[Now he's got feet rooted to the ground and shoulders drawn up but so help him, he can't just walk away. Can't speak, either. So he stands there, stupidly, trying to figure out how to check on the other 'bot without just snapping in two. It's not fair to anyone to look after him, right? He doesn't "get it" right?]

[He'd been so scared and now part of him just wants to duck back into the hallway instead of being here.]

womp womp

[knaval]

[riptide has been doing a lot of sleeping lately. a lot of sleeping and a lot of thinking.

his optic isn't repaired yet, nor is is voicebox. ratchet's had more important parts of him to make sure they don't stop working.]

I c-can see you, Sideswipe...

[redshitlord]

[He flinches at that. Not because of the broken voice. Well, not just because of the broken voice. But also because now it feels doubly like he's intruding.]

Sorry... dude.

I'll go.

[knaval]

[riptide pushes himself up a bit, looking at sideswipe with his single remaining optic.]

N... no, don't.

[not sorry. at any point. probably in the middle of the night shift.]

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Congrats Rips, there is a very large gargoyle like creature sitting in the dark, continuously spinning his claw because he's working on a very small piece of metal.

His optic is narrowed as he works, and mostly he's just like the creepiest night watch bird. He was also surprisingly quiet getting here, so until someone else makes noise on the ship, Whirl's just gonna be a quiet creeper. And probably scare the frag out of the boat.]

WHIRL DONT

[knaval]

[the thing about sleeping all the time is that you end up with a bit of a weird sleeping pattern.

it's late at night and riptide's optic is slowly flickering online. he doesn't notice whirl immediately, stretching a little, grunting when it hurts then slowly sitting up to looks around. he's a little confused, yeah. he always is when he wakes up again. having a lot of painkillers in you all the time does that.

after a few moments... yellow optics meet, and riptide shrieks so loudly his vocaliser immediately gives out again, meaning the noise he makes is just loud static.]

WHY NOT?

[harderfasterwrecker]

[ Whirl watches with a completely flat expression.

Mostly because he's inca[able of anything else. ]

Jeeze. What's got your plating in a twist. You're gonna wake up the entire ship.

[Whirl is still doing the exact same motion with his wrist, turning the entire thing without watching it. Apparently whatever he's doing he can literally do without paying any attention.]

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAA

[knaval]

Whu-- Whu-- Whirl! You s-scared the slag out of me!

[riptide pouts, crossing his arms and all.]

Why are... you here?

Whenever, you choose

[knight_light]

[Wing is just wandering about when he finds himself back at the medbay. He wasn't in need of more attention, though a part of him still felt...off. His hand continued to stray to his chest when he wasn't thinking.]

[He steps into the medbay, looking around.]

EXPANSIVE SHRUG

[knaval]

[well HELLOOOOOO WING

riptide is sitting up for a change, screwing around on his mid. unfortunately, he and wing lock optics at the wrong time, and to riptide - who's blasted off his gourd on painkillers and has a barely functioning optic - he mistakes wing for tarn.

it's all the spikes and the ptsd.

anyway, enjoy him shrieking.]

[knight_light]

[Wing jumps, spinning around with his hands going for the blades he keeps tucked under his wing panels only...there's no one behind him.]

[He turns back to the much taller bot, looking confused and concerned.]

I...are you all right?

[He's released his weapons now, hands up.]

[knaval]

[by the time wing has turned around, riptide has retreated up to the top of his slab, brought his knees up to his chest and looks about ready to outright sob in fear.

finally, his brain catches up with his optic, and he stops, slowly trailing off.]

Y-you're not Ta...Tarn.

[voice box still broken. bummer.]

SOME. DAY???

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[So right, horrible things keep happening to pretty much everyone Drift knows and somehow SOMEHOW he doesn't end up finding out until later because ??????? He kind of hates it and feels like a shitty friend but buddy boy did he ever bust his ass straight to the medbay as soon as he found out that once again Riptide's luck had spilled right into the shitter.

And so, here's Drift practically barreling into Riptide's room or whatever aaaaaand. Either looking scared or about ready to kill a fool. He can't decide on an emotion, but he could work that out once he knew how Riptide was doing. Assuming Riptide was even awake.]

[knaval]

[good job fucker he's asleep.

just layin' there on the slab on his back. still missing an optic. yep.]

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

[OOOH he looks awful. Not as awful as Drift was expecting though, so that's a plus.

He's torn between waking Riptide up to check on him and just letting him recharge. He settles on not disturbing him, and finds himself a seat to pull up to the slab. Even if it took a while, Drift was determined to stay here until Riptide woke up on his own, but until then, he might sit there staring at him like a creeper.]

[knaval]

[good stare at him you weirdo IT'S SOMEONE'S FETISH

anyway after a few minutes it looks like he's going to wake up; his hands twitch and he makes a pained expression before exventing heavily and slowly onlining his optic.

where the fuck is he what's going on]