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[Bulk had been feeling tired for a while, harder to get up, even despite the boons from Solus and Nexus. He'd even been sleeping more, only to have difficulty getting up from it. At first he'd figured he'd caught that virus going around. But he didn't have any of the other symptoms. He was just tired, and getting more tired. He knew what it was, had seen it happen people before here. But being the stubborn bot that he is, he's fought off the sleep, resisting it as long as he can. He's got stuff to do, plans. He can't be passing out now. Not without making sure things would run well while he's gone.
The audio clicks on, and it's Bulkhead. Though he's sounding oddly...tired. Like somebody that's not slept in some time.]What ever it is that's goin' around, I hope it passes soon. If you're not feelin' well, head to...to Solus' medbay, the docs'll be able to help ya. [Hopefully.] Or maybe find a way to end this. [With that, the feed cuts off. He groans afterward, lifting a hand to rub at his face. He could feel it getting worse, and something pulling at him. But he knew he had other messages he had to shoot off too.
For these he switches to video, the feed a little shaky as he walks. He looks tired, sounds tired. Almost like he sounded when he first showed up here, for those that were here.]( Locked to Fracas, Skids, and Thundercracker. )( Locked to Wheeljack, Ratchet, Smokescreen, Knock Out. ) | | |
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This is...a general...alert. [The video shows McCrane, who is trying to look very composed despite his voice sounding haggard and his green optics glowing very dim.]The prisoner... Ratchet. He escaped...from his cell a few...minutes ago. [Those who know the police headquarters well miiight recognise that McCrane appears to be resting on one of the bunks in the prison, leaning heavily against the wall.]I am sorry. ( Locked to fellow Police members )~~~~~ | | |
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[Oh, hey, look who's finally been rebooted after having been essentially shut down for repairs for the past, what, two weeks after his unfortunate run-in with a certain psychotic medic. Yeah, sorry he's been out for so long - it took medics a while to find or fabricate the parts needed, oops.]
[Deckard's sitting on a repair berth, one hand to his head, the other steadying his Link device.]
Sorry for being out of commission for so long.
Can . . . can someone update me on things? From . . . ah . . . the past two weeks, apparently.
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[Axel's face appears on the screen, and even shadowed by the hood of his coat- which in itself is unusual, since he tends not to like the hood- he doesn't look too well. He also seems to be bundled up in a thick gray blanket. When he speaks, his voice sounds tired and hoarse, as if he'd been coughing a lot recently.]Hey, everybody. Guess what? Turns out Nobodies aren't immune to this bug that's going around... [He's forced to pause there, as he trails off into a coughing fit. He gives a faint groan when he manages to regain his breath, seeming to try and curl deeper into his coat and blanket.]Dammit... [He sighs hoarsely.] Just... fair warning for anybody that might think of visiting.... don't touch me, OK? Unless you wanna burn your hand, that is. One of the fun side effects of being a fire-user with a fever, ya know... [Another, briefer coughing fit interrupts him]Hope everybody else is doin' better than me... | | |
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