[Audio - because you don't need to see this sexy head wound he's sporting for fall - Prima's Temple

[rememberme]

[This consciousness thing was a bit touch and go, but after a few false starts -- at some point after the Acolyte had figured its job done, and toddled off -- Rung really wakes up. And probably for good this time... He hopes.]

I'm sorry this is curt, but please, if you are familiar with the ship the Lost Light or its crew, I urge you to come forward.

This matter is somewhat urgent.

Thank you.





(OOC| Tags when I get back from work. Sorry in advance if he seems a little short, he's kind of dealing with some stuff right now. Like his brain hanging out his head)

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[whirlybird_of_prey]

Turn. On. The VIDEO feed.

[Frag, are you stupid? ]

[rememberme]

I don't think that's a good idea right now.

[No, he just doesn't want to upset and/or trigger you. You're welcome.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[He shrugs. ]

Suit yourself.

[rememberme]

Right.
Listen, someone here mentioned that Ratchet might be here too. Do you know if this is true?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Yeah. I know if it's true.

[You don't give him what he wants, he doesn't give you what you want. Math, Rung.]

[rememberme]

[He'd put his head in his hands, but he's, y'know, kinda worried about jostling something.]

This is important. Please.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You know what? Maybe what I want was important, too. Ever think of that?

[Of course not. Whirl's crazy so...ignore him.]

Yeah, there's a Ratchet here. Not ours. But he's Ratchety enough.

[rememberme]

I did, yes. I'm sorry, but I really don't think it would have been for the best.

Is he a medic? I might need to contact him.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

You don't know that.

[Really kinda disempowering, Rung. Not cool.]

Then contact him. [He shrugs. You wanna act like he can't do anything without your help, do this yourself.]

[rememberme]

I'm-- Could we talk about this later?

I-

[There's a pause. Oh. Looks like it's going to be a long pause.
On Rung's end, something reboots, and his consciousness takes a lunch break. By the time he's come back to it's about 4.538 minutes later though he's not entirely sure his chronometre can be trusted right now.

If Whirl's hung around, or checking his messages, he'll get a weary:]

... Whirl, are you still there?

[Awkward]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Whirl will fix your chrono for you. Uh, in the literal sense. Not in some 'clean your clocks real good' idiom sense.]

[ASFKDG!!]

It's my fraggin' comm line. 'Course I'm still here.

[...]

Something's not right with you. [DEDUCTION!]

[rememberme]

I'm-- Could we talk about this later?

[Déjà vu much? Also a suspicious lack of denial there...]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[You know, one day Whirl is going to petition to have everyone else labeled as crazy and himself sane. Because this is just...fraggin' weird.]

Hrrrrrrrrrrgh. [That is his martyric sigh.]

Right. You comm me. What do you want to talk about?

[rememberme]

[Taking into account how his gaping head wound might alter his judgement, Rung is still somewhat sure he sees what you're doing here. And he's also currently too concerned, in pain, and also tired to deal right now. But he still needs some answers.]

Who else is here? [Wherever 'here' is supposed to be, anyway]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[If Whirl knew you were wandering around with your brain module getting fresh air, he'd really doubt your sanity for wanting to talk about stupid chitchat instead of, you know, covering that mess up.]

[But right. He's the crazy one.]

Me. Drift. Ambulon. First Aid. Pharma. [He shrugs.] Perceptor.

[rememberme]

[You've already been difficult and proved you didn't want to talk about Ratchet, but Rung needs to know who else is here, and more importantly, if any medics are.]

So it's true about Pharma...

[There's a small sound, like a very quiet, quiet groan, before:]

Thank you, Whirl.

I have to go. I'll contact you later.

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Don't.

[rememberme]

[He sounds so, so tired when he asks:]

What are you looking for? You're safe?

[It isn't concern in his voice, just weariness and that duty of care that's keeping him on the line. You've probably never heard him this worn out -- Rung just doesn't seem like the kind of person who should ever sound like that.]

[whirlybird_of_prey]

[Yeah, he hears that 'don't give a frag' in your voice, Rung. So much for being his friend.]

//end comm//

Oops my heart

[rememberme]

[Rung takes a minute just to gently put his head in his hands and remember to cycle air.

Then he sets about trying to get help...and to deal with Pharma.]