[Voice] Trying Too Hard

[vandalization]

So that's it then. Everything is back to "normal". As normal as this place gets and we're all left a little more fucked up than when we started.

Let's talk, humans, bears, Autobots, Decepticons. We're all people stuck here. Some of us want to be here, some of us don't...

But.

I just want to hear something good.

It doesn't matter if we're friends or not. But I'd like to hear from you.

Have you made friends here?

Would you rather go home or stay? If you want to go home, what is it there that you miss?

What makes you happy?

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[vandalization]

Yeah? A doctor? I bet you were a good one.

[Well, talking is good. She'll engage him about whatever he's comfortable with, idly petting the edges of his helm.]

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[lifepersists]

[ He snorts and wiggles, a little bit uncomfortable. Not over being touched, since he likes that. Just... the whole situation, though. ]

Well... I was demoted.

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[vandalization]

[She frowns faintly.]

Why? You seem pretty competent to me.

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[lifepersists]

Psychological assessment. Heh.

[ He shrugs. ]

Can't have a crazy doctor, but you can have a nurse...

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[vandalization]

You really don't seem crazy to me.

In fact you're probably more sane than most people here...

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[lifepersists]

Just saying... what the report said.

[ Not that it said 'crazy' but it definitely implied as much. He sighs. ]

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[vandalization]

Yeah, well. I think the report is bullshit.

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[lifepersists]

Thanks.

[ He loosely curls an arm around her, trying not to crush her or anything with the weight of his hand. ]

Still wonder where I would have been, if... you know. I used to be a field medic, deployed for emergency evac. Then Delphi for ten years...

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[vandalization]

Well... maybe this is your second chance? I mean, people need doctors, and there's nobody stopping you. I bet you could contend with anyone here.

[She just contentedly leans into him.]