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Can I book an appointment? I feel like supreme slag right now.

[he remembers what rung told him about the therapy-- it seems the information creep doesn't hit as hard when rung's around on the ship. just a bit like how it was on the lost light.]

From:

botopsy

[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!

From:

tenthtimeisthecharm

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?"

From:

botopsy

Morning, Rung. I don't want to mess up any colleague thing we have going, but I think I might need an appointment.

From:

consfound

Rung.

[Krok calls shortly after talking with Ratchet on his upcoming leave.]

Do you have time to do a review of our patients? Ratchet and I want to make sure everything's in order while he's away.

From:

asceticamnesiac

Are you sure you can't take memories from people?

From:

thelordofmisrule

[ 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. ]

From:

genocidescrew

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. ]

From:

hyperbomber

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.

From:

thelordofmisrule

[ 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. ]

Edited Date: 2024-01-12 12:17 am (UTC)

From:

protoblues

During This

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.]

From:

thelordofmisrule

[ 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. ]

From:

thelordofmisrule

[ 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!' ]

From:

thelordofmisrule

From:

betterthanmegaman

[ 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. ]

From:

thepurpleone

Hey... Rung, right?

Riptide suggested I talk to you.

[Bets on how long it takes before he decides to abort.]

From:

thepurpleone

Hey...

If you're not busy, could we talk again?

If you are then please just disregard this message.

From:

bigsisterterran

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.

From:

thelordofmisrule

[ 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. ]

From:

thepurpleone

[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.]

From:

orangerazzmatazz

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 Date: 2024-12-04 04:26 am (UTC)

From:

thelordofmisrule

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.

From:

ceruleon

Dude. wth?

From:

ceruleon

Cool.

From:

heat_wavering

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!"

Edited Date: 2024-12-16 08:10 pm (UTC)

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