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[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.]

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[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".]

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[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.

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[notyourblueangel]

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

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[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.