A hamsterish Plot God keeps popping in on Ratchet. He's used to it now.
(Everyone but taichara rped by me, btw~ *uses McCoy icon in place of Ratchet*)
taichara: *hatches ebil plans to get into Drift's medical records ~*
taichara: *or possibly his energon rationing records*
Ratchet: *hands you a tablet desplaying Drift's medical records, as complete as he knows them -- which appears to include some partial 'Con records,huh.*
taichara: *fwee* thank you ~
taichara: *will have to just compare with foodage records and Swerve's observations ~*
Ratchet: *may have hacker friends*
Ratchet: *well, knows Wheeljack, so definitely has hacker friends*
Ratchet: *may have quietly kept hold of any and all medical records of Cons Of Interest whenever that info was part of datasteals*
taichara: *cackles*
taichara: *patpats Ratchet ~~*
Drift: Cons Of Interest?
taichara: *hees at Drift ~*
First Aid: Megatron, Starscream, Razorclaw...
Ratchet: We'd have liked Sixshot or, you know, Overlord, but of course Phase Sixers are damned hard to get...
Drift: Illustrious company. *smirk* That Deadlock was keeping, I mean.
Ratchet: *huffs*
Drift: *bigger smirk*
First Aid: *ducks away to go do... something ...else... somewhere else*
taichara: *eyes First Aid ~*
taichara: *switches to studying Drift and wondering how Cybertronians might show physical tells*
First Aid: *just doesn't want to get in the middle there, dude*
Drift: *is crossing his arms and smirking at Ratchet, and probably snarking at Ratchet, and then looking annoyed when he gets a text message, so...*
taichara: *not the tells in mind but nonetheless useful indeed ~*
taichara: Satan calls, eh?
Drift: *huffs in a different way from Ratchet and glares at his comm thingy, trying to translate from Rodimus' textese*
Ratchet: *snags it* Gimme.
Drift: Hey!
Ratchet: He wants you to meet him in his office, something about ammo, go.
Ratchet: *has leet textese-reading skillz becuase teenagers*
taichara: maybe he'll get it rammed somewhere unpleasant ~
(Ultra Magnus: *also does, but will never admit this, except to count it in foreign languages he understands*)
taichara: maybe I can help with that :D
taichara: (*sporfles*)
taichara: *hamster of doom plots your demise, Hot Rod*
taichara: *meanwhile leaves little notes in Drift's files for Ratchet to see later, mostly theories and probable tinhatting*
Ratchet: *emails you. SOMEHOW* [Please don't leave speculation in files accessible by all medical staff.]
taichara: [Where do you want it to go then?]
Ratchet!mail: [I have a private, encrypted server for the more-than-confidential files, I will show you how to enter input next time you drop by.]
taichara: [Excellent.] *removes notes, is good ebil ~*
taichara: [Also have you ever head of JaAm?]
Ratchet!mail: [I feel like this is a radio dj's handle I have encountered.]
taichara: [That's probably better than what it could be. *gleefully explains ~*]
In the medbay of the Lost Light, Ratchet suddenly laughs, startling both Ambulon and the 'bot who's getting a mildly-slagged bit of plating repaired
taichara: *grins at Ratchet ~*
We have fun. ;3~
taichara: *hatches ebil plans to get into Drift's medical records ~*
taichara: *or possibly his energon rationing records*
Ratchet: *hands you a tablet desplaying Drift's medical records, as complete as he knows them -- which appears to include some partial 'Con records,huh.*
taichara: *fwee* thank you ~
taichara: *will have to just compare with foodage records and Swerve's observations ~*
Ratchet: *may have hacker friends*
Ratchet: *well, knows Wheeljack, so definitely has hacker friends*
Ratchet: *may have quietly kept hold of any and all medical records of Cons Of Interest whenever that info was part of datasteals*
taichara: *cackles*
taichara: *patpats Ratchet ~~*
Drift: Cons Of Interest?
taichara: *hees at Drift ~*
First Aid: Megatron, Starscream, Razorclaw...
Ratchet: We'd have liked Sixshot or, you know, Overlord, but of course Phase Sixers are damned hard to get...
Drift: Illustrious company. *smirk* That Deadlock was keeping, I mean.
Ratchet: *huffs*
Drift: *bigger smirk*
First Aid: *ducks away to go do... something ...else... somewhere else*
taichara: *eyes First Aid ~*
taichara: *switches to studying Drift and wondering how Cybertronians might show physical tells*
First Aid: *just doesn't want to get in the middle there, dude*
Drift: *is crossing his arms and smirking at Ratchet, and probably snarking at Ratchet, and then looking annoyed when he gets a text message, so...*
taichara: *not the tells in mind but nonetheless useful indeed ~*
taichara: Satan calls, eh?
Drift: *huffs in a different way from Ratchet and glares at his comm thingy, trying to translate from Rodimus' textese*
Ratchet: *snags it* Gimme.
Drift: Hey!
Ratchet: He wants you to meet him in his office, something about ammo, go.
Ratchet: *has leet textese-reading skillz becuase teenagers*
taichara: maybe he'll get it rammed somewhere unpleasant ~
(Ultra Magnus: *also does, but will never admit this, except to count it in foreign languages he understands*)
taichara: maybe I can help with that :D
taichara: (*sporfles*)
taichara: *hamster of doom plots your demise, Hot Rod*
taichara: *meanwhile leaves little notes in Drift's files for Ratchet to see later, mostly theories and probable tinhatting*
Ratchet: *emails you. SOMEHOW* [Please don't leave speculation in files accessible by all medical staff.]
taichara: [Where do you want it to go then?]
Ratchet!mail: [I have a private, encrypted server for the more-than-confidential files, I will show you how to enter input next time you drop by.]
taichara: [Excellent.] *removes notes, is good ebil ~*
taichara: [Also have you ever head of JaAm?]
Ratchet!mail: [I feel like this is a radio dj's handle I have encountered.]
taichara: [That's probably better than what it could be. *gleefully explains ~*]
In the medbay of the Lost Light, Ratchet suddenly laughs, startling both Ambulon and the 'bot who's getting a mildly-slagged bit of plating repaired
taichara: *grins at Ratchet ~*
We have fun. ;3~