[Video! As usual!] Because I'm always late to the plot party!

[ichooseboth]

[Given all the accidental video plaguing the systems today, it's no surprise there is another one in the mix.  In this case, however, nothing seems to be happening until other people's screams start shrilling out from the comm.

It's only when a particularly loud one (Ironhide perhaps?) echos out into the seemingly empty room does a figure jump up

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[first_of_steel]

That didn't sound good. Are you all right?

[He'll deal with 'who is this' later.]

[ichooseboth]

[Choked, animalistic sounds of OH GOD, I AM CURLED UP IN A FETAL POSITION NURSING MY WOUNDS AND TRYING NOT TO SCREAM AND/OR CRY OH GOD OH GOD THE PAIN WHY?! is the only answer for several long minutes.]

[...Damn those lack of pain receptor switches coupled with your squishy bodies! How do you humans LIVE like this?!]

[first_of_steel]

[By sucking it up and dealing with it, that's how. And, well, inventing Med-X, let's be honest.]

I'm going to take that as a no. Sounds like you wound up in the same boat as a lot of other Cybertronians did this morning. Need help?

[ichooseboth]

[Suck it up? He's leaking just from falling off a berth!]

[There is a muffled, vaguely sarcastically toned response from down by the foot of the berth. Meanwhile, the drone squealing turns rather frantic. Someone just figured out what happened, and isn't liking it one bit.]

[first_of_steel]

[It's an Army thing. Roger's unit was a little weird sometimes.]

Okay. First things first. If anything's bleeding a lot, you need to apply direct pressure to the site as best you can. I'm no medic but I know enough to hold somebody until the real thing arrives.

[ichooseboth]

[A reluctant affirmative sound, followed by-]

-'RIMUS SLAGGIT-!!

[...Thanks to Roller retrieving the comm unit from the top of the berth at the best possible moment, it can be seen quite clearly that YES, the human curled up on the floor just grabbed his very broken nose to steam the flow of blood. Ow ow ow ow OW!]

[first_of_steel]

[Roger winces. He knows that feeling all too well.]

I take it back. Direct pressure's not going to help that. Sit up if you can and lean forward so the blood comes out the front instead of going down the back of your throat. It'll make your breathing easier. We need to get ice on that nose of yours and get you some painkiller so you can think straight, and then we need to get you to a doctor.

Crumbs. I have no idea where you are. Someone get me a location, I'll bring the supplies I can and call for someone better qualified.

[ichooseboth]

[He gives Roger a rather dirty look, but obediently crawls upwards and leans forward, letting the blood drip to the floor. He can't help but continue gingerly cradling his poor nose with a hand, however.]

...'m in my 'partment, of course. Doesn't 'xplain why I look like this 'hough. What is 'oing on?

[He grabs for the comm with a free (yet still bloody) hand, intent on finding out.]

[first_of_steel]

You're one of around ten or twelve Cybertronians who woke up human this morning- scratch that. It's not just Cybertronians, I just found out that it happened to a number of others, too. Don't know how it happened or why.

[His tone's a little clipped, but that's because he's grabbed one of the hostel's first-aid kits and he's busy stuffing in things like a cold gel-pak and extra painkillers.]

What I wouldn't give for two stimpaks and a syringe of Med-X. I don't recognize your face and I'm not entirely clear on your voice. My name's Roger Maxson. I'm in zone three. If you can tell me whose apartment I'm looking for I can get there a lot faster, sir.

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[ichooseboth]

[Roger's words and the glaring posts on the net (which are a pain to browse through with only mere fingers and eyes to do the browsing, he is quick to discover,) both match up, much to his alarm. He nods, slowly.]

'reetings again, Roger. I'm... [a pause, before glancing at Roller, who would give him away to most anyone who knows him. He attempts to lock down the comm anyway, without much success.] Optimus Prime. Optronix, here.

[He looks down at himself unhappily, before giving the camera a sardonic glance.]

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[first_of_steel]

I see. I-

[He pauses, looking off screen for a moment.]

Never mind. Platner hasn't got the hang of delivering things for me yet. I'll be there as soon as I can. Does anything else hurt severely other than your nose?

[He can talk and get under way at the same time.]

[poorly locked]

[ichooseboth]

[He shakes his head, only to wince, eyes squinting closed as the motion rattles his aching nose and face.]

...Not really. I 'eem to be faintly...'bruised'? but other then being in 'rong body I appear whole.

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[first_of_steel]

Good. Then we don't have to get the emergency services. We'll get a doctor once you've got your nose stabilized. Shouldn't be much longer.

[poorly locked]

[ichooseboth]

[A stuffy-nosed sigh.]

If you say so.

[Actionspam okay?]

[first_of_steel]

[Because Roger's gotten used to getting around the city by now, and it really won't be all that long before he manages to turn up at what he hopes is the right place.]

[He could, of course, be wrong, and he's going to have to call on the communicator because knocking at the door has no effect, but.]

[Actionspam!]

[ichooseboth]

[Answering the ping, Optimus - still holding his nose - wobbly makes his way to the door... only to belatedly realize he can't actually get past the locks like this. The human reaction to the annoyance - increased pulse and heat and that annoying, constant thudding in his audials (ears?) is distracting as well.]

Roller? Could you...?

[Roller chirps, and the reminder that he actually has to verbally talk with his own drone rather then pass along information with a thought only aggrieves him further. Thankfully, Roller is still part of him, if disconnected from his human body, and gets the drift very quickly, remotely unlocking the door.

Then Optimus comes face-to-face with a human for the first time ever, and his surprise shows.]