open | first medibay shift

[asafepairofhands]

WHO: Ratchet and you!
WHAT: First shift in the medibay
WHERE: The medibay
WHEN: early in March
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? None otherwise


If you have a reason to come into the medical bay, there's a new face around. Ratchet is acquainting himself with the place, learning where things are, triage protocols, and building a workspace for his ten-foot self over in the corner so he doesn't have to hunch over the tables they already have.

He will also be in his human form, with his ambulance body tucked into a corner, helping to tidy the smaller, regular-sized instruments and supplies that are used regularly.

If he isn't doing that, he'll be sitting and reading up on organic medicine, just in case anybody squishy comes in with an injury of some sort. He knows the real test will be the next kaiju fight, but for now he's just making himself comfortable. Please feel free to disturb him.

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[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet reaches out, offering two large fingers for Kaladin to shake.

"Thank you, Kaladin. That means more than I can say."

WRAP? these two are so pure.........

[gyve]

Large fingers are taken into one hand, then two. He grasps firmly before releasing, metal familiar against his palms. How little Kaladin understands about Cybertronians awes him, and he must fill that blank with something. Ratchet, therefore, reminds him of a spren—a force of nature or emotion. A shard of something unknowable.

Yet, not quite. Ratchet is a metal being possessed of a soul who can walk and talk like a human can. He's a person, however alien. That makes him precious. And that's more than enough for Kaladin to respect him.

Kaladin smiles, invigorated by the nice exchange. Bidding a new friend a quiet farewell, he takes his empty box and exits the medibay.