OH PRIMUS!
Dirge freaks out and comms Megs
Dirge: ::URGENTCOMM::
Megatron: ::.......:: *Really, really doesn't want to answer this. He just got out of the medbay and back home, for Primus sakes.* ::What. This better be good.::
Dirge: ::COSMIC RUST! IN THE BASE! IT'S SPREADING!:: *panic like whoa*
Megatron: ::....you commed me about rust?::
Dirge: ::IT'S WORSE THAN NORMAL RUST!::
Dirge: ::IT'S LIKE SUPER, DEADLY RUST!::
Megatron: ::I know what it is. There's a cure.:: *quietly seething irritation*
Dirge: ::WE'RE DOOMED UNLESS WE STOP THE SPREAD NOW!::
Dirge: ::WE'LL HAVE TO EXECUTE ALL THE INFECTED AND DESTROY THEIR REMAINS!::
Megatron: ::....what part of cure don't you un....Dirge...?::
Dirge: ::DEAR PRIMUS WE'RE DOOMED!::
Megatron: ::Dirge.::
Megatron: *a little firmer this time*
Dirge: *responds automatically*::My Lord?!::
Megatron: ::There. Is. A. Cure.::
Megatron: ::Calm down.::
Dirge: ::BUT BOMBSHELL SAID THERE WASN'T ONE!::
Megatron: *long pause*
Megatron: ::You believed something -Bombshell- told you.:: *dry*
Dirge: ::YES! I HAD NO REASON NOT TO AT THE TIME!::
Megatron: ::HE'S BOMBSHELL, FOR PRIMUS SAKE!:: *Loud, booming comm*
Dirge: *wince!* ::Yes my lord.::
Dirge: ::But he was very convincing.::
Megatron: ::Because he's a good liar. Just stay in your quarters if you're that worried about it. I'll notify the medics and have them start treating everyone.::
Dirge: ::I'm staying here, for sure. No one who's infected is getting NEAR me.::
Megatron: ::....you'll still need to have a medic treat you.::
Dirge: ::I'M NOT INFECTED! WHO TOLD YOU I WAS?!::
Megatron: *Hear that beeping sound, Dirge? It's the sound of the monitor Megs was sent home with going crazy. >| * ::NO ONE! It's a precautionary treatment. Primus! If you don't knock this off, I'm going to have YOU administering gel baths to everyone personally!::
Dirge: ::Y-yes my lord!::
Dirge: *cringe!*
Megatron: ::Good. Now lock your door and go read a book or something.::
Dirge: ::Yes my lord.::
Megatron: --cuts comm--
Megatron: --locks his own door--
Megatron: *Pit...not rust. What else could go wrong?*
Dirge:*locks and barricades his door (neatly) and settles down with a book, glancing nervously at the door*
(LJ-ify your IMs before pasting!)
Dirge: ::URGENTCOMM::
Megatron: ::.......:: *Really, really doesn't want to answer this. He just got out of the medbay and back home, for Primus sakes.* ::What. This better be good.::
Dirge: ::COSMIC RUST! IN THE BASE! IT'S SPREADING!:: *panic like whoa*
Megatron: ::....you commed me about rust?::
Dirge: ::IT'S WORSE THAN NORMAL RUST!::
Dirge: ::IT'S LIKE SUPER, DEADLY RUST!::
Megatron: ::I know what it is. There's a cure.:: *quietly seething irritation*
Dirge: ::WE'RE DOOMED UNLESS WE STOP THE SPREAD NOW!::
Dirge: ::WE'LL HAVE TO EXECUTE ALL THE INFECTED AND DESTROY THEIR REMAINS!::
Megatron: ::....what part of cure don't you un....Dirge...?::
Dirge: ::DEAR PRIMUS WE'RE DOOMED!::
Megatron: ::Dirge.::
Megatron: *a little firmer this time*
Dirge: *responds automatically*::My Lord?!::
Megatron: ::There. Is. A. Cure.::
Megatron: ::Calm down.::
Dirge: ::BUT BOMBSHELL SAID THERE WASN'T ONE!::
Megatron: *long pause*
Megatron: ::You believed something -Bombshell- told you.:: *dry*
Dirge: ::YES! I HAD NO REASON NOT TO AT THE TIME!::
Megatron: ::HE'S BOMBSHELL, FOR PRIMUS SAKE!:: *Loud, booming comm*
Dirge: *wince!* ::Yes my lord.::
Dirge: ::But he was very convincing.::
Megatron: ::Because he's a good liar. Just stay in your quarters if you're that worried about it. I'll notify the medics and have them start treating everyone.::
Dirge: ::I'm staying here, for sure. No one who's infected is getting NEAR me.::
Megatron: ::....you'll still need to have a medic treat you.::
Dirge: ::I'M NOT INFECTED! WHO TOLD YOU I WAS?!::
Megatron: *Hear that beeping sound, Dirge? It's the sound of the monitor Megs was sent home with going crazy. >| * ::NO ONE! It's a precautionary treatment. Primus! If you don't knock this off, I'm going to have YOU administering gel baths to everyone personally!::
Dirge: ::Y-yes my lord!::
Dirge: *cringe!*
Megatron: ::Good. Now lock your door and go read a book or something.::
Dirge: ::Yes my lord.::
Megatron: --cuts comm--
Megatron: --locks his own door--
Megatron: *Pit...not rust. What else could go wrong?*
Dirge:*locks and barricades his door (neatly) and settles down with a book, glancing nervously at the door*
(LJ-ify your IMs before pasting!)