The Hangover
(OOC: Putting IDW Ratchet into play. Open thread.)
Nngh. I really need to stop waking up like this. My helm's practically throbbing. *peers down at windshield* Huh. Nothing's broken. *stands up with a creak* I think. *wobbles, sways* Fluid pressure's all right. Sure. Just let me sit down a little... Hm. No leaks. Everything... looks good? So now what's going on? *looks up and around* And where did all these trees come from?! *shuts off optics, shakes head, onlines optics, blinks, shuts off optics again*
*several minutes pass, and vent cycles gradually become longer and louder until the mech stands up, releasing air from his vents with a final hiss, then onlines his optics*
Enough. Whatever's happened, nothing good comes from sitting and waiting. *stretches arms, widens eyes at popping sounds from shoulders* Wow. I'm not normally one to curse my form, but when it comes to getting up from getting laid out, I could do a whole lot better with a more agile form. The big box with a plate on my back... *stretching again*... doesn't cut it. *sighs, stomps in place a few times, slowly* All right. Time to get moving. *begins stumping off into the woods* Need to find out what threw me out of my medbay, and where I got thrown.
(OOC: So now he's staggering around aimlessly. Feel free to intercept, ping, whatever... Not exactly sure where he is (and the woods are) in relation to everything else, but hey! It's method-RP!)
Nngh. I really need to stop waking up like this. My helm's practically throbbing. *peers down at windshield* Huh. Nothing's broken. *stands up with a creak* I think. *wobbles, sways* Fluid pressure's all right. Sure. Just let me sit down a little... Hm. No leaks. Everything... looks good? So now what's going on? *looks up and around* And where did all these trees come from?! *shuts off optics, shakes head, onlines optics, blinks, shuts off optics again*
*several minutes pass, and vent cycles gradually become longer and louder until the mech stands up, releasing air from his vents with a final hiss, then onlines his optics*
Enough. Whatever's happened, nothing good comes from sitting and waiting. *stretches arms, widens eyes at popping sounds from shoulders* Wow. I'm not normally one to curse my form, but when it comes to getting up from getting laid out, I could do a whole lot better with a more agile form. The big box with a plate on my back... *stretching again*... doesn't cut it. *sighs, stomps in place a few times, slowly* All right. Time to get moving. *begins stumping off into the woods* Need to find out what threw me out of my medbay, and where I got thrown.
(OOC: So now he's staggering around aimlessly. Feel free to intercept, ping, whatever... Not exactly sure where he is (and the woods are) in relation to everything else, but hey! It's method-RP!)