[ What a twist between comforted that he's sought after for help, remembered even, and the pain of seeing his patient in such dire need of help. ]
I am open between ### and ###. You may enter at those hours and we can start with what ever you're comfortable with.
I am open between ### and ###. You may enter at those hours and we can start with what ever you're comfortable with.
[it is time to check in on rung, he thinks. he's seen the guy around, so evidently he didn't implode with his weird here but not here atoms, so that's nice! there's some other stuff he's wanted to talk about, anyway.]
Do you have a couple of minutes or potentially an hour to talk?
This isn't about an appointment.
However, I do want to talk about that shared profession of ours!
Do you have a couple of minutes or potentially an hour to talk?
This isn't about an appointment.
However, I do want to talk about that shared profession of ours!
[ Oh no, this is it isn't it. Has he been found out a liar? No no, this is a totally different Universe.
Actually should he really even be doing this job regardless.... No its fine. He can do more good by helping right? ]
Of course, I would be quite happy to speak with you. Do you have a location in mind for chatting?
[ Doomed. He's doomed.]
Actually should he really even be doing this job regardless.... No its fine. He can do more good by helping right? ]
Of course, I would be quite happy to speak with you. Do you have a location in mind for chatting?
[ Doomed. He's doomed.]
Velocity had been puttering around her habsuite, unable to sleep on her off hours as it was technically early in the day, when her datapad started playing one of her favorite songs which she sometimes used for important alarms.
"Contact Rung about getting stuffed animals on a side trip!" the alarm read.
Frowning in confusion, as Velocity didn't recognize any such name, she started looking the name up in the crew directory. Partway through doing this, it all came flooding back. Slowly at first, then all at once. His name, his kindness, the way they'd met. Velocity gasped, and fumbled at her datapad to pull up his information, contacting him via video call.
"Rung!" She said with breathless excitement, leaning in towards her datapad with a bright smile. "Rung, hi! Its Velocity! Do you remember? You brought me candy and- oh! I met you when you were- yes!" She bounced in and out of frame, setting her wheels to spinning. "My alarm went off to see you about getting toys and things for your patients to cuddle, and it reminded me of, um."
She didn't want to say that she'd forgotten about his existence entirely, so instead she reached out of frame and held up a half completed collage made up of pictures of weighted blankets and candy and unicorns, along with a reasonably well executed (albeit only partially finished) drawing of the both of them hugging. At the top of the collage, rendered in sparkly glitter pen, it read "Acquaintances To Friends To Meaningful Bonds! Thank Y-"
She leaned around the collage with a grin. "Do you like it?"
"Contact Rung about getting stuffed animals on a side trip!" the alarm read.
Frowning in confusion, as Velocity didn't recognize any such name, she started looking the name up in the crew directory. Partway through doing this, it all came flooding back. Slowly at first, then all at once. His name, his kindness, the way they'd met. Velocity gasped, and fumbled at her datapad to pull up his information, contacting him via video call.
"Rung!" She said with breathless excitement, leaning in towards her datapad with a bright smile. "Rung, hi! Its Velocity! Do you remember? You brought me candy and- oh! I met you when you were- yes!" She bounced in and out of frame, setting her wheels to spinning. "My alarm went off to see you about getting toys and things for your patients to cuddle, and it reminded me of, um."
She didn't want to say that she'd forgotten about his existence entirely, so instead she reached out of frame and held up a half completed collage made up of pictures of weighted blankets and candy and unicorns, along with a reasonably well executed (albeit only partially finished) drawing of the both of them hugging. At the top of the collage, rendered in sparkly glitter pen, it read "Acquaintances To Friends To Meaningful Bonds! Thank Y-"
She leaned around the collage with a grin. "Do you like it?"
"Oh Velocity, how could I ever forget you. You're such a bright little spark here.OH!" Rung takes sudden notice of the objects in hand.
"Its so lovely. Look at the detailings, you had to of veen in such a high spirit when making this. ITs wonderful." Rung's voice livens up. Clearly he's touched, and perhaps embarrassed in a good way.
"I love it, dear."
"Its so lovely. Look at the detailings, you had to of veen in such a high spirit when making this. ITs wonderful." Rung's voice livens up. Clearly he's touched, and perhaps embarrassed in a good way.
"I love it, dear."
[ he was worried this would eventually happen. It will always happen, and while it might not be too big a deal.. Rung worries about what their dynamic will become if he's... ]
Morning, Ratchet.
It will be alright. We can discuss the parameters of this appointment and how we can approach it without ruining things.
I will be here for you.
Morning, Ratchet.
It will be alright. We can discuss the parameters of this appointment and how we can approach it without ruining things.
I will be here for you.
Oh yes. I have plenty of time. [ despite a pile on his desk decerning otherwise. But they're all simple things and reading material he can catch up on quickly ]
Do you need me right away? I can put down my books and meet in my office
Do you need me right away? I can put down my books and meet in my office
Edited 2023-11-03 17:12 (UTC)
Are you sure you can't take memories from people?
I do not take memories, I can not give them either. I'm not some powerful mage or deity. I'm a normal therapist.
Monk, did something happen?
Monk, did something happen?
Action! So much Action. But you weren't here to see it Doc.
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thelordofmisrule
2023-11-22 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Someone's been in Rung's room. The door was locked, there's no evidence of tampering with it, no sign of a break in.
But someone's been here. All of Rung's little model ships have been taken down from the shelves and scattered around the room.
It seems that someone has positioned them all in some sort of epic space battle. The ones that open up into little playsets have been opened, their minifigures similarly posed dramatically all over the place. It seems at some point whoever was having a bit of fun changed gears because there are a few ships that are posed... provocatively.
At least none seem stolen! Just messed around with.
This is the third time this week. ]
But someone's been here. All of Rung's little model ships have been taken down from the shelves and scattered around the room.
It seems that someone has positioned them all in some sort of epic space battle. The ones that open up into little playsets have been opened, their minifigures similarly posed dramatically all over the place. It seems at some point whoever was having a bit of fun changed gears because there are a few ships that are posed... provocatively.
At least none seem stolen! Just messed around with.
This is the third time this week. ]
Oh... when I find the scoundral... If its Hot Shot, I will have words for him. He should know better then to get into other people's rooms!
[ though this is hardly Hot Shot's style, childish yes. But Hot Shot wouldn't be so bold as to play in models that don't belong to him.
Nor does he seem the type able to pick locks. Or at least one that uses it so willy-nilly.
Rung will have to come down to drastic messures. A booby-trapped faux Ship. With a camera hidden inside and rigged to spray paint out of it.
Set nice and fancy in the middle of the room like its extra special
Ohohooho try and mess with his ships this time. ]
[ though this is hardly Hot Shot's style, childish yes. But Hot Shot wouldn't be so bold as to play in models that don't belong to him.
Nor does he seem the type able to pick locks. Or at least one that uses it so willy-nilly.
Rung will have to come down to drastic messures. A booby-trapped faux Ship. With a camera hidden inside and rigged to spray paint out of it.
Set nice and fancy in the middle of the room like its extra special
Ohohooho try and mess with his ships this time. ]
Edited 2023-11-22 23:00 (UTC)
This is Rung's comm, right?
This is Gold Arm. You don't know me, but I've heard you've met my brother.
[ If he's stiff, clipped even in his texts- Isn't it understandable? Gold Foot, MG, is not far from him even now. But still a soldier. Still right there, but miles away. ]
This is Gold Arm. You don't know me, but I've heard you've met my brother.
[ If he's stiff, clipped even in his texts- Isn't it understandable? Gold Foot, MG, is not far from him even now. But still a soldier. Still right there, but miles away. ]
[ Oh.. a quick look into things and Rung can already pin who this brother is. ]
Yes, this is he. I will assume you are speaking of the small one, the "soldier".
Yes, this is he. I will assume you are speaking of the small one, the "soldier".
MG has already followed protocol and reported to Commander Rung once today. But now he doesn't know what else to do. But given his options, there is something about the commander that MG trusts. Something that tells MG the commander will be able to help him understand what his coding does not.
He wants to understand.
He doesn't know where he went wrong.He knows, he just doesn't understand.
'Murder a child.'
'I don't want to see you.'
The soldier shies away from the recent memories even as he knocks twice on the door to Commander Rung's office and waits.
He wants to understand.
He doesn't know where he went wrong.
'Murder a child.'
'I don't want to see you.'
The soldier shies away from the recent memories even as he knocks twice on the door to Commander Rung's office and waits.
He was not expecting a second visit from Gold Foot, which means something is very wrong and could get worse if Rung doesn't do something. He opens the door in full and steps to the side wordlessly offering small mech option to enter.
He steps away from the door and pulls something from storage. A canister of oil. Always on hand now that Gold Foot, "MG" is in his care.
He finally speaks. "Let's start with a debriefing." Keep it technical but casual.
He steps away from the door and pulls something from storage. A canister of oil. Always on hand now that Gold Foot, "MG" is in his care.
He finally speaks. "Let's start with a debriefing." Keep it technical but casual.
Edited 2023-12-05 19:42 (UTC)
Action: Here and Gone again (Plus Blues but unwillingly)
thelordofmisrule
2024-01-12 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rung's miniatures are so very precious to him, and while Skywarp frequently messes around with them STILL he takes very good care to treat them gently.
Much to his surprise he discovers one of the miniatures out and about and ambulatory! He must be a good citizen and return the miniature to it's rightful spot.
Despite the miniature's insistence that it, he, was NOT one, Skywarp plucks him up all the same and teleports from the hall to Rung's quarters and deposits him into one of the cute little playsets up on a nice high shelf. Then teleports out with a smile and a little wave.
In fact Rung must be loosing tract of his toys in an awful way because before long Skywarp finds ANOTHER one which he quickly picks up and brings back to the room as well, popping him onto the very same self. Well perhaps this one was the one he met playing hide and seek a little while ago but now the game has changed.
He vanishes again into golden mists.
He has done a good deed today. ]
Much to his surprise he discovers one of the miniatures out and about and ambulatory! He must be a good citizen and return the miniature to it's rightful spot.
Despite the miniature's insistence that it, he, was NOT one, Skywarp plucks him up all the same and teleports from the hall to Rung's quarters and deposits him into one of the cute little playsets up on a nice high shelf. Then teleports out with a smile and a little wave.
In fact Rung must be loosing tract of his toys in an awful way because before long Skywarp finds ANOTHER one which he quickly picks up and brings back to the room as well, popping him onto the very same self. Well perhaps this one was the one he met playing hide and seek a little while ago but now the game has changed.
He vanishes again into golden mists.
He has done a good deed today. ]
Edited 2024-01-12 00:17 (UTC)
[Blues squirms and kicks up quite a fuss as he's manhandled away from what he was doing and then teleported. He hasn't used a teleport system in a long time but he still remembers the sensation. It was nothing like this. He did not like this.
He stumbles as he's put down on the shelf and spins around, shaking a fist at the Cybertronian that picked him up.]
I'm not a toy!
[And then before he knows it, a second robot master is dropped next to him. Blues reaches out as if to help steady the little guy and scowls at Skywarp.]
Excuse me! You can't just--!
[Aaaand the cybertronian was gone.]
What. The hell. Hey, are you okay?
[He turns to the smaller robot master then, frowning a little.]
hey so i know this is out of the blue but this guy just approached me talking about quick and I don't know him but he's super suspicious. if I turn up missing I was last here with him at xx.yy coordinates.
[Attached to this message is a shaky photo of the antlered megatron.]
[ Oh that's not... Okay he is leaving his room ]
Be safe, Blues. I'll be around soon...
Be safe, Blues. I'll be around soon...
[ A paint set a paint set for a special little mech. There's one place surely that Skywarp knows he can find one.
Doing the same thing over and over can become quite boring so perhaps this time he'll be polite. If it doesn't work out he can just take it all the same.
He pops into existence in front of Rung's door and knocks, one arm tucked behind his back. ]
Doing the same thing over and over can become quite boring so perhaps this time he'll be polite. If it doesn't work out he can just take it all the same.
He pops into existence in front of Rung's door and knocks, one arm tucked behind his back. ]
[ the door opens and while Rung is not one to overtly show his disdain in such a way his face scowl, those large brows furrow and he crosses his arms.
He's very sure this is the mech messing with him and some of the smaller mechs the last few days... which at least it's not Antlers but that can be debatable-... sigh he uncrosses his arms in a defeated sigh.
Maybe he's learned his lessons? ]
Is there something you need
He's very sure this is the mech messing with him and some of the smaller mechs the last few days... which at least it's not Antlers but that can be debatable-... sigh he uncrosses his arms in a defeated sigh.
Maybe he's learned his lessons? ]
Is there something you need
[ While you were away someone has been in your room.
It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.
How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby places inside each model ship. Each is wearing their own jaunty little captain's hat. There is also a banner hung from the wall! It reads 'Congratulations it's a Captain!' ]
It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.
How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby places inside each model ship. Each is wearing their own jaunty little captain's hat. There is also a banner hung from the wall! It reads 'Congratulations it's a Captain!' ]
ACTION: A small box outside your door contains a handful of...
thelordofmisrule
2024-02-15 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Action (you are under no obligation to respond to this your character can be 'out')
betterthanmegaman
2024-02-29 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Recently Bass requested some important information. Who... is the strongest Cybertronian on this ship. He received a hot tip that it was 'Shockwave' but also 'not the Senator one'. There were a few thoughts that went through his processor. One... it was really dumb that there were two people here with the SAME NAME. It must get confusing! Two, while he does (surprisingly) know what a Senator is, he has no idea what a Senator looks like. Do they wear signs? Bass guesses probably not.
This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.
This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?
There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.
So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.
Sorry. ]
This leads him to one conclusion: He has to fight BOTH of them to make sure he's actually fighting the strong one.
This leads him to a second conclusion: He has no idea where Shockwave lives. He could ask for direction, ask if anyone knows... but that begs the question... If they know how strong Bass is will they even tell the truth?
There is now one solution: He has to canvas the ship himself and check every inhabited room he comes across.
So there's the backstory. And that's why Bass, armored up in his winged Treble armor (being able to fly covers ground quicker!) is pounding aggressively at your door.
Sorry. ]
Hey... Rung, right?
Riptide suggested I talk to you.
[Bets on how long it takes before he decides to abort.]
Riptide suggested I talk to you.
[Bets on how long it takes before he decides to abort.]
That's correct. This is Donatello, Donnie preferred?
Is this about setting an appointment up. There are usually forms to fill, but we can get to that later if you actually wish to go through with this.
I know its a lot at first, so I'm willing to set up a trial appointment for you. We can have it over dinner or lunch and see if you are fine with speaking to me.
Is this about setting an appointment up. There are usually forms to fill, but we can get to that later if you actually wish to go through with this.
I know its a lot at first, so I'm willing to set up a trial appointment for you. We can have it over dinner or lunch and see if you are fine with speaking to me.
Hey...
If you're not busy, could we talk again?
If you are then please just disregard this message.
If you're not busy, could we talk again?
If you are then please just disregard this message.
Not busy at all, Donnie.
I have spots open.
[ He'll praise him for seeking help again when things are figured out. He doesn't want to push the little one. And last session he may of stepped on toes so he is just glad that he's still trusted. ]
I have spots open.
[ He'll praise him for seeking help again when things are figured out. He doesn't want to push the little one. And last session he may of stepped on toes so he is just glad that he's still trusted. ]
Edited 2024-06-10 20:21 (UTC)
Twitch paces outside Rungs door. She has been out here for what feels like hours, though it could easily just be minutes. She has come to the door then walked away at least half a dozen times before finally convincing herself to stick around. Knocking however, is a completely different matter.
She's recited what she's going to say in several different forms, muttering to herself, and when she thinks she finally settled on something, she stops. Facing the door, it suddenly feels very grand and mustering up all her courage, she gives two sharp knocks.
Welp, seems no ones home, guess she'll come back another time.
The door slights slowly open with a tired looking lanky bot with out his glasses, off held in his hand as he wipes the sleep from his optics.
"Twitch, dear? Are you alright," Rung asks as the shapes gain colour and size and he recognizes the little Terran Sparkling. Setting his specs back over his lovely librarian eyes. Back to his friendly harmless features.
"Twitch, dear? Are you alright," Rung asks as the shapes gain colour and size and he recognizes the little Terran Sparkling. Setting his specs back over his lovely librarian eyes. Back to his friendly harmless features.
[ Rung might not notice right away. It's been a while since a certain someone has messed with his miniatures. But once he notices he can't STOP noticing. There spread through out all the little models are tiny rubber ducks. Everywhere. It's impressive really. ]
[It's been a few days since their return from their last mission. Donnie's needed them, even if a good part of one had been staying at the bottom of a filled Cybertronian-sized sink.
Maybe he should have called ahead or something, but visiting Rung had been on a whim and now he finds himself standing at the other's door, hesitating on whether to go through with asking if anyone was in. He taps at it with a stone-skinned knuckle before pulling his arms in close, half wishing he'd thought to wear a hoodie so he'd have something to burrow in.]
Maybe he should have called ahead or something, but visiting Rung had been on a whim and now he finds himself standing at the other's door, hesitating on whether to go through with asking if anyone was in. He taps at it with a stone-skinned knuckle before pulling his arms in close, half wishing he'd thought to wear a hoodie so he'd have something to burrow in.]
[ The door slides open, with the sound so low it means its one of the little lives. It takes a second still for Rung to look around above and then down towards the turtle. His face softens and holds it open for him. ]
Hello Donnie. What brings you in today.
Hello Donnie. What brings you in today.
Mikey was calm. He was calm and rational and he had all the time in the world to think on this and be level headed.
He's just going to have a talk. That's all. Just to clear the air. He even left his weapons back in his room.
It's perfectly reasonable to be here.
There is no hesitation as he knocks on Rung's door.
Edited 2024-12-04 04:26 (UTC)
The door opens, having determined the sound was low it must be one of the children. Which his guess is good as ever, though it seems to be Donatello's brother. This one on roster would be Mikey. He's quite sure, though he's determined its not likely going to be a warm fuzzy conversation.
"Hello, Mikey correct? What may I do for you today?" He speaks calmly in that voice of somber kindness.
The welcoming of spacial darkness as embrace. The distant coldness of someone who cares too much.
"Hello, Mikey correct? What may I do for you today?" He speaks calmly in that voice of somber kindness.
The welcoming of spacial darkness as embrace. The distant coldness of someone who cares too much.
There's a flash of light in Rung's office, and a WORP and Skywarp's inside. He looks around. Seems Rung's not here. Shame. A normal sane person... well a normal sane person wouldn't just let themselves in someone's office without asking, but we're behind that now. A normal sane person who had gotten this far already probably would have... given the room's occupant a call!
Skywarp... does not. He wanders around for a moment and picks a ship off one of the shelves. A smaller one that fits neatly in his hand. and then he just lays down on the couch, zooming the ship a bit above him.
Skywarp... does not. He wanders around for a moment and picks a ship off one of the shelves. A smaller one that fits neatly in his hand. and then he just lays down on the couch, zooming the ship a bit above him.
All the while Skywarp flies the toy over head. The back flap seems a little open... and indeed it seems to slip and down falls a small collection of rubber ducks...
Oh sweet vengance
Oh sweet vengance
The next time Rung entered his office, there was a small scraping noise from within. A short look around revealed Heatman sitting on top of Rung's desk, surrounded by paint bottles and splotches of misaimed paint. He looked up with a beaming smile when Rung came in.
"Hi, mister Ringrungrumble!" He chirped, and pointed at a childishly executed painting of a boat made out of circles, that is, a semicircle with a flag on top of a series of blue circles, which had been applied directly onto Rung's desk. "I never said thank you for being a really good whatever you do from last time! And then I remembered you like plastic tiny things! Boats! And I don't have plastic or remembered what our space boat looks like, so I asked the dictionary like mister Morningstar tells me to all the time. It said boats look like this but also don't!"
He didn't have paintbrushes, and instead had been fingerpainting, so when he excitedly patted his knees, he left behind multicolored handprints. "Are you surprised? I can be more surprising!" He drew in a big breath like he was going to shout then said at exactly the same volume, "Surprising noise!"
"Hi, mister Ringrungrumble!" He chirped, and pointed at a childishly executed painting of a boat made out of circles, that is, a semicircle with a flag on top of a series of blue circles, which had been applied directly onto Rung's desk. "I never said thank you for being a really good whatever you do from last time! And then I remembered you like plastic tiny things! Boats! And I don't have plastic or remembered what our space boat looks like, so I asked the dictionary like mister Morningstar tells me to all the time. It said boats look like this but also don't!"
He didn't have paintbrushes, and instead had been fingerpainting, so when he excitedly patted his knees, he left behind multicolored handprints. "Are you surprised? I can be more surprising!" He drew in a big breath like he was going to shout then said at exactly the same volume, "Surprising noise!"
Edited 2024-12-16 20:10 (UTC)
As Rung strides in, he's not entirely taken back by the intruder. Intrusion is almost another norm at this point, thanks to that Skywarp and his array of pranks. At least he got him back just once.
But that didn't matter. He looks over the image and smiles softly.
"Oh, that's quite good work. I can see - OH" Rung makes a faux sound of shock at Heatman's 'Surprising noise'. Hand over his chest and then onto the table.
"Goodness, you gave me a fright!" He says fondly.
But that didn't matter. He looks over the image and smiles softly.
"Oh, that's quite good work. I can see - OH" Rung makes a faux sound of shock at Heatman's 'Surprising noise'. Hand over his chest and then onto the table.
"Goodness, you gave me a fright!" He says fondly.
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