First it was a closet, now it's an entire building... someone needs to give CS Lewis a talking to.

[he_who_dares]

[Bay'verse Capt. Graham]There are bad dreams. Everyone has those, and they've all seemed to range from the mundane - for example, Nan loses her teeth in the loo, and the plumber won't come for some strange reason, or can't, and all of a sudden the entire system backs up, and then you realize you're in trouble - to the absolutely extraordinary, like

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[limewelder]

bv Ratchet

Seems to be un-noticed, sitting in the street in alt mode, as the human limps past

Are you injured?

[he_who_dares]

*blinks in surprise, turning to face the familiar voice. The Hummer might be a bright eye-burning chartreuse, but he's amazingly invisible for all that*

Ratchet?

*rakes his fingers through short hair, scrubbing at the back of his neck as he limps over to the Hummer*

Bugger it all, Ratchet, I'll live, but what in the name of God's going on?

[limewelder]

Swings open a door and invites the man to sit

Multiverse... apparently...
a few mechs who were dead being alive again.
Y'know, just another days work

[he_who_dares]

*reaches out to pat the Hummer's flank out of habit as he approaches, sagging gratefully against the medic; 'dead', 'alive', the implications of that sink in as he rubs at his leg, prodding here and there. Oww. Still hurts. Graham snorts, managing to find some amusement in Ratchet's familiar sarcasm*

That still doesn't explain much of anything at all, old chap. So what exactly am I going to have to brace myself for, everything that went down in Egypt suddenly turning up?

[limewelder]

Well, the fallen hasn't turned up.
Ravage has, as did Jazz.

Scans the man discreetly

If you wish to lie down i can open the back

[he_who_dares]

*... good God, not The Fallen. Here's to hoping it's never, but he's keeping that to himself. His mouth compresses into a firm line, Ravage he's not fond of, but considering that they aren't fighting...*

Jazz? Well now, that's going to be interesting. And thank you, but unless my femur's fractured, I'm good. I just need rest. *pats the red-striped side again, being with familiar faces puts him more at ease. It's a good feeling.*

[limewelder]

If you're sure.
I'm happy to give you a ride if you need one.

Toots at lennox in a friendly fashion

[he_who_dares]

*he grins, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the medic; leans close to the cabin, speaking low*

Well, I'll admit getting off my feet sounds very, very good right now. And you can fill me in on the ride to... base, I suppose. Lennox?

[limewelder]

Whispers back
No base, just wherever you can get yourself a room.
Feel free to use my quarters in the medbay till you find one, i dont use it often myself.
Plenty of "pillows" and such brought in by other humans who have been there though.

[he_who_dares]

Right. Good. Excellent. *he caves, and hauls himself up into the Hummer, stretching his legs out. Graham resigns himself to being stuck in an utterly peculiar situation with no immediate way out.* Downtime sounds good. Thanks, Ratchet.

[limewelder]

you're welcome Captain.
Turns his engine over.