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Day 43: Sun Room
Why does this place always have to spoil my fun? was the first thing HK thought when he realized he was back in his cell in the Institute. Oh well. This meant his nurse would be coming soon to lead him off to whatever boring place he was supposed to go to now
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It was not, unfortunately, free of pain.
Right away the Autobot realised just how much slag he'd let himself take that night. Even the thick wad of bandages didn't pad the tears on his back enough to stop the pain radiating from the base of his spine to the nape of his neck, and he hadn't even gotten up yet. The fact that he'd been lying on his crowbar didn't exactly make matters any better. His arms felt bruised and his head hurt like the Pit, and, while it wasn't the worst state he'd ever been in, getting up was the last thing he wanted to do for another fifty megacycles or so.
The Institute, however, had other ideas. Suddenly there was some computer voice telling him he was in Landel's Institute and calling herself Iris, and all he could think through the blur of irritation was simply Is that really how humans think robots talk? Looking on the positive side (he wasn't really being given a choice here), it at least gave him something to focus on other than his aches and pains. Just where was Landel, anyway? Out getting his ego massaged?
After a while a nurse turned up to coax him out from under the sheets and take him to, well, wherever he wanted, this time. Cute. This was their idea of kindness? Wearily, he muttered something about taking a nap and the nurse took him the the Sun Room. The bulletin board was practically overflowing with notes- either people were eager to catch up or that human with the management fetish had been there already.
Whatever. Stretching himself out sideways across an armchair, Depth Charge closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head. He could check up on Javert and Astor later; as tough as it was to admit it, he wanted to make sure they were okay. It had been a long time since he'd worked in a team without something screwing up, and while last night hadn't exactly been a roaring success... well. Maybe, just a little bit, it had worked for him.
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Lugnut marched right out of the cafeteria, Scourge trailing behind him, and scanned the room for Blitzwing.
Still nothing, slagitall. But there was Depth Charge, who was relaxing, and was... not safe, but he wouldn't sprain Lugnut's wrist.
Lugnut lumbered over and sat on the couch opposite Depth Charge, staring blankly at the Auto-- Maximal, ice pack still pressed to his wrist.
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And DC again, lovely. At least Scourge had something to wave in his face, if it wasn't for him the Maximal would be zombie food right now.
"Hi." He perched himself on the couch arm and waved with all the cheer he could muster.
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"Hi."
Holy--! Latent reflexes from the previous night kicked in with a jerk, and it was only by slamming one hand on the floor that he stopped himself from falling clean out of the armchair in shock. Lugnut and Scourge were sitting across from him as though they'd been there all along. Well, slag.
"Primus!" The words came out as a snarl, more from the embarrassment of being caught so royally off guard than from aggression. "Don't do that!" Pushing himself back up into the chair in a vague attempt to regain some of his dignity, he eyeballed his visitors sulkily. "What the Pit do you two want?"
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After a long moment of silence, he asked, "... You okay?" He didn't appear to have been eaten by those disgusting dripping creatures from the night before,or to have damaged himself with his startled reaction, but-- well, it wouldn't hurt to check, would it?
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"Yeah. You were looking pretty strained before I let you in last night," he added with a slight gloating smirk.
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Cushioning his injuries against the arm of the chair he flashed Scourge a scowl, mouth upturned. "You want a medal or something? Yeah. I'm fine." More silence. Then: "Looks like you two didn't get eaten either." Not that it mattered, of course. Just in case it sounded like it did, he added, "Colour me surprised."
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It was delivered woodenly, without any real force, to fill the conversation with words Lugnut was comfortable with. After all, conversation with a Maximal was hardly a comfortable thing.
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That was why he wanted the Maximal to stay alive, obviously.
Considering Depth Charge's question, he nodded slowly and added, "When he's not fleeing or cowering."
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"I was manning a barricade. That 'door' was the only thing between us and the zombie hordes outside and I was the only one guarding it." His arm was still sore from the constant up and down motions of stabbing the rotting hands that tried to work their way through the small gap he'd left to monitor the outside for survivors.
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In spite of things, Scourge still seemed insistent on driving his point home- a point that, as much as he hated to admit it, did hold ground. Even if said ground was over a fault line and next to an active volcano. He did, technically, have reason to thank him.
Depth Charge was unmoved. "So? You opened a door. Anyone with half a hard-drive could do it." He shook his head, as if that settled matters completely. "Anyway, you had Lord Overkill and Mr. Hero to do the hard work."
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Not that he, as a loyal Decepticon, would ever celebrate an Autobot (or Maximal's) continued functioning. Even if he was implying thankfulness for it. Which he obviously wasn't doing, anyway, and if the Maximal took it that way, it was no business of his.
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That reminded him, he probably needed to tell Lugnut about keeping their exact nature on the downlow around Marcus. Peh, politics.
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Scourge was talking. Still a little bemused, he simply shrugged. "Doesn't mean your job was any less easy. Just how did you end up with those two anyway? Did you just go looking for the broadest pair of shoulders to hide behind or what?"
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