[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

I'm assuming you people are working on ways to "fix" what's happened and get the . . . the "us" who were here before returned.

So what happens to the "us" who are here now, assuming you're successful?

[He bristles, mismatched wings twitching.]

Because I am NOT. GOING. BACK.

[He starts to turn off the feed, but hesitates . . . and finally adds.]

Also . . . a medic willing to work on a Seeker.  I need to find one.  [Because he's still all beaten to crap like he was that first day.]  That is all.

[Now he shuts off the feed.]

Comments

[video]

[adamndoctor]

I understand your frustration completely, believe me.

And you could see Red Alert. I'd recommend Barricade or Ambulon if not her, but they seem to have lost their minds and gone apeshit, so I doubt they'd be much help.

[video]

[notyourblueangel]

. . . gone where?

[And who are you? Scratch that, WHAT are you? - this Thundercracker has never seen humans or even heard of before, at least not before finding himself here and going through some of the archives. But . . . he has /some/ grace left in him after everything he's been through - he knows when to keep his questions and insults to himself if it means he might gain something later. Information, in this case.]

I see. Red Alert is that femme medibot who posted recently?

[She's told him to go see her too, but like the PIT was he just going to waltz over someplace and submit himself some stranger.]

. . . my name is Thundercracker, by the way.

[This is him being "social".]

[video]

[adamndoctor]

[Aw, c'mon, TC. He's been around here a while! Look at his cranky face~]

Apeshit. Insane. Out of their minds. Crazy. Pick your poison.

And, yeah, the lady medic. If she can't help you, you could try Knock Out, but he also seems to be slipping a little, too.

[Well, two can play at this game!] Thundercracker, huh? Name's McCoy.

[video]

[notyourblueangel]

McCoy.  [nods, acknowledging the name.]  Have you been here long?

[video]

[adamndoctor]

Long enough. [He knows exactly how long, too. Eeugh.] First person to buy a ticket once we figure out a way to get back to our home worlds.