Day 50: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

As expected, after the allotted amount of time had passed, the nurses started to move through the waiting rooms to inform the visitors that it was time for them to leave, whereas in the Sun Room King Kong was turned off and the staff quickly sprung to action to put the equipment away

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[perfectrecord]

Of course. It was too much to hope for that he would have just one evening all to himself, wasn't it? Of all the patients who were left without roommates for any period of time, why in blazes couldn't he be one of them?!

But at least this evening, Mr. Ratchet seemed less... objectionable than he had been before. It was just as well. Perhaps it was the cold that von Karma was still fighting off, or perhaps it was what he was about to face once dusk fell, but right now, he wasn't in the mood to argue. To anyone who looked upon him, the complexion of his face was more pallid than usual, and the bags under his eyes were noticeably darker.

For a moment, he remained silent while slicing up the steak into pieces small enough for his stomach to handle. Not that he had much appetite. "Ambulances? Hah. In case you haven't noticed, Mr. Ratchet, this is far from a conventional and legally run hospital. As for 'robots'... hmph." He shook his head at this ludicrous turn of conversation. "Unless you count the lunatics on the bulletin board claiming to have been robots, such as this 'Emperor Starscream' who raved nonsense about being a 'Decepticon' and demanding the gaudiest outfit I've ever heard of." A gold crown and purple cape, indeed! Such egregious taste in fashion! Among other things, that crown would serve to ruin one's perfect hairstyle!

[war_wounds]

No luck, then. Ratchet wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. If his chassis was in here, it probably wasn't anywhere easily accessible. He only hoped it wasn't being tampered with. "They'd better not dismantle me," he grumbled to himself. At his current size and strength, it would take ages to put himself back together if some humans with blowtorches decided to get curious.

Starscream he'd already heard about; as far as Ratchet knew, the 'Con was safely offline. Either way, it was clear that Von Karma hadn't seen what Ratchet was looking for.

Halfheartedly forcing down some of his own fuel, Ratchet noticed that his roommate looked somewhat listless as well. "What's with you?" he asked, with his usual attention to his bedside manner.

[perfectrecord]

[OOC: SDJFJ sorry for terminal lateness, and for such a short tag, orz. D: I've been experiencing a lot of brain fail lately.]

"They'd better not dismantle me"? von Karma's sharp hearing picked up on this strange muttering. So this Ratchet really did believe that he, too, was a robot? At the moment, however, the prosecutor cared little about the ramblings of a delusional roommate, but he still would file this piece away for future reference; it might well prove useful at a later point.

In the meantime, he continued picking at his dinner in silence until Mr. Ratchet had the courtesy of breaking it for him. Without looking up, he snapped back, "The same as for all the other patients here, Mr. Ratchet. The inconvenience and indignity of being subjected to false imprisonment and medical malpractice. What else would you expect, hmm?" His left eyebrow raised in a meaningful gray arch, the contrast from his ashen forehead making this gesture more pronounced.