for a second i wished the tide

[knight4darkness]

WHO; Nemvoy & OPEN to anyone who would come 8|a
WHAT; After time for the corruption to be fought off by both his own systems & the assistance of medics, Nemvoy
WHERE; A makeshift medbay in zone whereever-they-set-it-up.
WHEN; A good few days after this post.
WARNINGS; Possible allusions to trauma? NEMVOY IS A BIG BOY...REALLY...8|

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FIRST AWAKENING

[knight4darkness]

When he does wake, after the virus is gone and his systems have had time to restore themselves - it's with panic. From the calm of recharge to weapons trying to work online and him trying to move in less than a second, he's halted only by those safety restraints and ends up not quite processing them- only trying to pull free.

just gonna slide on in here...

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade starts and turns off his radio when he notices Convoy struggling against the restrains, getting to his feet. It's only a moment before he's leaning across the other mech, grasping his wrists gently and rumbling his own engine.

"Convoy. Easy there. You're safe."

brocade ;^;

[knight4darkness]

It's probably a good thing that there's restraints, considering Barricade's strength doesn't seem to stop Nemesis in the slightest. Or, well, it does - and his weight - but Nemesis doesn't stop his struggles.

If anything, he fights harder, engine revving in an effort to pull more strength from whatever reserves he can.

he's here for you, brovoy <3

[namesnotprowl]

There's a brief moment in the middle of this where Convoy reminds him a little of Bonecrusher. He'd never really been able to sit still after repairs, either - though that was restlessness rather than panic. Even so, it makes Barricade's spark ache a little. He puts it out of his mind, putting on a louder, sterner tone.

"Convoy." Listen here.

[nyctophobias]

The strange thing is that she'd never cared that much for robots before. Robots were a boy thing. She preferred princesses and talking animals.

She'd seen The Iron Giant during her hospital stay and had fallen in love with it, though. Now that there really were iron giants around--Charlie didn't count, even if he was a giant--she found herself liking them. She felt that she owed something to them. To protect them from creepy government guys and keep them from going on murder rages, maybe

[knight4darkness]

Medical clearance his aft. There was a strong part of Nemesis that just wanted to say hell with it all, go out, break a few things, and then possibly include Abraxas in those things.

From a distance.

Using his gun.

On its special settings.

He wasn't exactly scared, but he was wary. He did, in fact, have some memory data of what it was like under the virus...and it seemed to have dig up old memory data of its own. Ones that...didn't calm him, but made him more willing to simply rest and sort them back in to a position where they weren't so...vivid.

And where others could keep an eye on him, if they did.

But even with such things on his processor, he did hear something...out of place, briefly glancing at it before back at the ceiling - and then back at it again.

A human. Young one...

...carrying a sandcastle?

[nyctophobias]

She walks up to him, her neck craning up and up and up, gosh he's tall. Convoy, that was his name, right? She'd only talked to him once or twice, but she'd seen him on the network several times. She hadn't realized he'd be so big.

She holds up the sandcastle, which is mysteriously remaining solid.

"I told you I'd make one."

[knight4darkness]

There's a stretch of silence.

Nemesis looks from the castle to her, slowly putting pieces together. He only distantly knows what it is, having idly searched for a few pictures but never having seen one in person, but...

"...I see."

It really doesn't seem as though it should be in one piece, if it's constructed of sand. Perhaps there is an adhesive around it?...

[moeclaws]

Although Nepeta had grown accustomed to operating in the false daylight here, her natural instincts still led her to prefer the night. It was safer, easier to navigate. Comforting in ways that the sun couldn't do, benign as this one may be.

When it became a little darker (not quite pitch black, so she could watch the pretty sunset) she stuffed her pockets full of the items she'd wanted to bring and set off for where Nemesis was being held. She'd never had anyone visit her when she was injured besides a worried Pounce, but Nepeta knew that friends always made things more bearable. Besides, she was more than a little worried about him herself.

Soon enough there's a little cattroll in the medbay, coat pockets overburdened with suspiciously shaped items as she stood on her tiptoes in an attempt to glean whether or not he was still awake.

[knight4darkness]

At the moment? Yes.

And beginning to get bored, even with the situation. Recharge isn't much of an option; he tried that, then promptly forced himself awake as soon as the memories rehashed themselves in to dreams.

Maybe later, he'll try it. Not now.

There's movement out of the corner of his optics; Nemesis follows it, then resets his optics as he starts to push himself up.

"...Nepeta?"

[moeclaws]

Oh, he's up! Nepeta's face splits into a grin as she scurries closer. She'd been a little worried about what to do if he was sleeping - leave the squirrel and come back? But that didn't matter now. He seemed to be doing well enough, although of course looks could be deceiving.

"Hi! Are you a little better now?"

[knight4darkness]

...odd, but not precisely unwelcome. Nemesis lowers a hand, the invitation clear enough; she's not small enough for him to cup in one hand, but still small enough unless she wants to try and climb on the berth herself.

"...mostly."

[slenderbot]

Convoy didn't exactly make himself secret on the network, especially not recently. Information was something that Soundwave pratically devoured, and although the network was vast with hundreds of posts and thousands of conversations, Convoy's distress post had been new enough to alert him to his presence. As soon as he was able to tie down a name and a frame, he began to search his memory for familiar matches.

NO MATCH FOUND.

The unknown only made Soundwave more intrigued, especially the circumstances. It's his Deployer that found Nemesis first, circling the makeshift medbay with a soft, mechanical, motor noise to scope out the area and see if it was safe. Soundwave would be soon to follow.

[knight4darkness]

At this point, Nemesis has managed to put himself back in recharge. Lying on his back, Poniko's sandcastle at the edge of the berth but not so far away as to fall off easily, he doesn't even notice the incoming drone.

It's doubtful he'd notice much, really. It's a surprisingly deep sleep, but, as the recent case was, only so restful. The only outward sign of this is is the occasional twitch of fingers, spark attempting to send signals to the the chassis in order to respond to the ghosts of defragment.

[slenderbot]

Laserbeak doesn't so much land to watch Convoy as it does circle the area, monitoring and recording the land data until Soundwave arrives. It returns to its master as he transforms from his vehicle mode, dropping down gracefully onto the ground outside the makeshift medbay, pausing just long enough for the Deployer to glide over to him and reattach to his chest.

Convoy would be the first Cybertronian he's approached in their natural form; Shockwave doesn't even really register on his radar considering his... current state. Soundwave generally was quiet for a mech even in movement and took advantage of that as he moved into the medbay, slowly approaching the figure on the berth.

How convenient that Convoy was so out of it. It made it much easier for him to step close, scanning the area as he did, until he was circling around it.

[knight4darkness]

Blissfully - or perhaps not - ignorant of the newcomer, Nemesis continues to recharge. Slumber. Dream.

And in it, he tries very hard not to panic like a protoform surrounded by monsters. The simile is not too far from what he's 'seeing', in truth - only with an odd displacement of being both predator and prey.

His processor is leaps and bounds above the standard Cybertronian's, at least in makeup; it processes ten dimensions, calculates nuances in the fabric of reality, plans way to fire a shot that will reach back in time to before he's even readied his weapon. A hazy nightmare with such a 'paradox' isn't a paradox at all, especially when, before the station, is was more than just himself - he was part of the gestalt-like mind of the Alternity.

On the berth, a hand grips in to a slow fist.

[you don't look so good. sure you're feeling alright?]

[a_perfect_end]

[Well, far be it from him to simply leave a fellow synthetic in the lurch. When a suitable interval had passed, Clu took it upon himself to pay Convoy a visit.

After all, what were friends for?]

i've been lying awake at night, i've been dreaming that i'm all right...

[knight4darkness]

[Clu might have to announce his presence. Nemesis is awake, but he's not paying attention to much around him. why?

he's eying a few more of Nepeta's coloring books. big giant robot - itty bitty coloring book, held carefully in fingers.

y e p.]

[a dream, is a wish your heart makes~]

[a_perfect_end]

[Announce his presence? When he can just stalk up alongside Convoy instead?

...The scale difference is slightly more unsettling, from this angle.

Have a Clu, studying what Convoy is studying, until: ]

But...all the pages are blank...There's no text. How do you read this device?

[What is tact. Awkward socialization, lacquered over with smarm: go.]

[knight4darkness]

[sdajkg he ends up dropping the coloring book, looking down in surprise before recovering himself.

Clu.

he only remembers so much of the events, but he does remember Clu there, and...not necessarily the most welcome of feelings around that.

so excuse him if he tries to pick up the book again]

Reading is not the primary goal.