0.03 [Voice]

[tic_tech_turtle]

[Donatello sounds far more excited than anyone, including his brothers, have probably heard him sound in a while.]

Confirmed!

Two weeks of less-than-stellar interaction over the network - which, in this case, possibly means instigating a conversation yourself instead of only replying to others - equates to a penalty. A spray of water in this case;

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

It always hits you in the face...

[heavyweaponsbot]

He is the only medic who has seen to my injuries since the war began. Used to him. Like him... sometimes. I trust him more than anyone here.

[tic_tech_turtle]

...Yeah.

It must be difficult. For him, I mean. And for you. I'm sorry.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf. Do not worry about me. He is... taking this harder than I am. Keep telling him he is not at fault...

[His voice softens slightly.]

... He never listens.

[tic_tech_turtle]

It would be hard to be left unable to help someone you had helped for so long before, particularly when they need that help.

At least you're telling him it's not his fault, so he knows. Even if he doesn't seem to be listening.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not speaking from experience... are you?

Needs a good whack on the back of his head for pulling this scrap... Least I would if I could see the back of his head.

[tic_tech_turtle]

[oh, wow, he sounds like a british Raphael]

Yes and no. I mean, not from this situation yet, but from others. In somewhat different contexts.

Did something happen to your [pause] er, "eyes" isn't the right word, is it?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh they got along wonderfully earlier.]

You a medic, then?

... My optics have incurred severe damage from organic acids. They are no longer functional.

[tic_tech_turtle]

Not...really. Not in title. I just usually handle the medical problems that arise in my family, that's all.

[Shell, that's bad. Have Donnie flip into caretaker-mode I am so sorry]

Was it only your optics that were damaged? The acid didn't get on anything else, did it? Anything else important? Are they repairable? You didn't ingest any of it did you? Has your medic's checked you over? I mean, I assume he would have immediately, but...[lord knows how often Don has had injuries hidden from him]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Related to the other... green ones, then? Seen--heard you speak with them several times.

[Oh, he's used to this. And just sighs.]

My optics and facial plating were the only spots affected. Got some on my helm, but... I have a hard head. Diagnostics say the optics are the worst.

Yeah. He did. Yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that.

[tic_tech_turtle]

They're my brothers.

That's good. Not that you're injured, but that it isn't any worse. And that he cares about you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah? Lucky you... having allies around.

Had worse than this bef--[urk. That... dreaded word. "Cares". He cuts off, and there's an awkward silence for a beat.]

Yeah. Good. Right.

[tic_tech_turtle]

I'm glad they're here, though I wish they didn't have to be.

[interesting response]

Doctors - or medics, or anyone - who don't care about their patients aren't very good ones at all.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Best none of us were here at all... and this ship were empty.

[Oh. Wait. Was that all he meant? Ironhide feels a sudden sense of relief.]

That... yeah. That is... good point.

[That was so smooth.]

[tic_tech_turtle]

It will happen someday, I'm sure.

[Sudden. Interest. Oh does he recognize the awkwardness, just be glad he's the nice one and won't ask about it.]

Yeah. Just speaking from opinion, of course.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Soon, if we have anything to say about it.

[Quite frankly, Ironhide would likely cut the connection if he did. Not mentioning it is a wise move.]

Guess a medic would know, hmn?