The Hangover

[resident_demon]

(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

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[smallredjet]

G1 fireflight

*flies and loops happily overhead, just enjoying himself flying until he spots a mech in the forest down below. Landing carefully nearby, he creeps up for a closer look before squealing happily and running forward*

RATCHET!! Where'd you go, i was looking all over for you *stops mid step and peers curiously at the other mech before wilting*
you're not ratchet... :

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*peers, eyes wide at the other mech's enthusiasm* Yes, I'm Ratchet... but who are you?

(OOC: Not sure at the moment of Ratchet's familiarity with Aerialbots in IDW's universe. So... uh... this version ain't.)

[smallredjet]

*fidgets with his fingers, wings drooped sadly down his back*
'm Fireflight

(ooc: lol)

[resident_demon]

*blinks* Oh. Okay. I... don't remember a Fireflight, but here you are, and I doubt I'm hallucinating.

Where is this place, Fireflight?

[dryadic]

IDW Kup

The old mech happens to be passing through when he notices a familiar white and red mech. His cygar quirks upward between his lips curiously as he nears, optics focusing to confirm his suspicions before he calls out.

" ...'bout fraggin' time ya showed up. Welcome to t'Pit."

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*looks at the approaching mech, eyes widening in recognition* One pit to another, I guess. You have any idea how it happened? I've... got nothing.

[dryadic]

IDW Kup

"Pit if I know. We all just started poppin' up here; 'bots an' 'cons alike. Sometimes more than one of the same." Reaches over to lay his hand on the medic's shoulder, cygar twisting upward with his lip components. He entertained the process that he'd throughly enough Ratchet's facial components when he discovered there were three Perceptors. "Don't blow yer processor on it. Won't do ya any good."

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*vents air* Too late. Already blown. Not that blowing a processor ever really does any good, but... Just started popping up? Doesn't make sense! It... *trails off* All right. Time to cool it. Fine, then.

*proverbial wheels not turning so much as slipping their grasp right about now* Which bots have you... and I... met back home? Who else is pitbound right about now?

[jackalyn]

Beast Wars Rattrap

Hey, watch where your stepping! *Rattraps been wandering around munching on various nuts and other things that a rat can eat. Really doesn't want to get stepped on today.*

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*stops short at the voice* Whoa! Sorry about that. You're... where? *looks around, then scans straight down* Oh. Uh, okay. I'll be more careful!

[jackalyn]

Beast Wars Rattrap

Down here. *Transforms so that you can see him more clearly.* Ya should be, coulda actually stepped on me. You must be new.

(OOC: FYI, the Beast Warriors are about the cassettes size.)

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*looks, eyes widening* You'll have to excuse me. I've never met a mech with a rat for an alt-form before. Just... didn't see you coming?

Wow. I really am new. *shakes head* Again, sorry about that. Didn't notice you while I was getting my bearings. So, ah... who are you?

Re: Megatron Tries to Stake a Claim! ("Try" Being the Key Word, Here)

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*stares, while trying with some effort not to appear to do so... and probably fails*

Megatron. Somehow, you and the word "pleasure" don't sync. Have you handed your vocalizer over to Starscream recently? *beat* Might need to get your sawstruts to check that out.

OOC: *hoot!*

Re: Megatron Tries to Stake a Claim! ("Try" Being the Key Word, Here)

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*comes back to the present* No, no... I can honestly say nothing has "caught my fancy." But if you're pulling this persuasion routine, what's caught yours?

OOC: Yep, a good hoot! I'm picturing Megatron and giggling. This is cool!

[idw_blurr]

*sees a flash of red and white through the trees while running and stops. He ducks around a few tree trunks, and smiles.*

Hi, Ratchet.

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*waves at the passing mech with a smile*

Hi, Blurr.

[idw_blurr]

*steps closer* When did you get here? *Happy to see another mech from his universe*

More are here. *his speech picks up speed in his excitement* Kup and Drift and Perceptor, and-I'm-staying-with-the-twins-and-I-saw-Thundercracker-at-a-party-and-he-was-actually-polite-but-Sideswipe-said-Megatron-is-here-too.

*Stops himself* Sorry. How are you?

[resident_demon]

IDW Ratchet

*shrugs* Not long ago, but long enough to have met Megatron. Some welcoming committee! Kup came across me, too. I've met a pair of flyers who know *drifting off uncertainly* another Ratchet. One of them chirped like a really big bird. I've never seen anything like it.

*thinks, then lights up as another memory surfaces* Oh, and there was another mech running around that looked like a rat. That was... unique. Got an attitude on him, come to think of it.

Other than that? Not too bad, I suppose, aside from the slipping universes issue. I'm adjusting well enough that it should be abnormal, I suppose. I never had to assess or diagnose something like this before.

OOC: Long-winded player equals long-winded Ratchet. Oh, well...