1092/Nostalgic I Guess

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet is seething with irritation and more than that is just plain dispassionate. Why do idiots feel the need to surround him? How dare those idiots break into Pharma's office and take /something/ then expect him to clean up the fragging mess! First he had to get rid of the footage and now he's gotta go do something to distract Pharma for awhile! Just smelt him for scrap already.

Its not hard to figure out where Pharma is supposed to be, he is CMO and knows everyone's rounds. Once he gets there though, Ratchet finds himself unsure of what the heck he should do. Lost in thought, the CMO ends up lingering a short distance away from the jet alt.

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma was just finishing his rounds in the clinic at Deltaran Hospital in Iacon. Having finished wrapping up with his various patients, he heads up to the office floor and makes his way back toward his workstation so he can get documentation done for the day. He appears very focused, and doesn't notice Ratchet lingering around there.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Annnd that would be Pharma walking away. Not time to think! Ratchet jogs after him, raising a hand to grab the other medic's upper arm, "Pharma, can we talk for a minute?" Uh- um- think Ratchet think- "Want to get a drink since the Hospital is quiet right now?" ... THAT WASN'T A GOOD THING TO GO TO! "The alumni thing and all made me nostalgic I guess. You weren't there and its been awhile since we talked outside of an exam room.... Don't expect this offer again anytime soon, I'm already starting to think its a waste of time."

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma stops and turns around, arching a brow when Ratchet grabs him by the arm. Well, this was usual. "Ratchet? You -never- ask to go out for drinks or anything." he remarks, looking surprised. "Oh, right. That gala. I wanted to be there, but an emergency came up in the ICU and I figured it was more important for you to be there than me." he chuckles. "Anyway, I would love to join you, but I have some documentation to get done. Perhaps if it doesn't take me too long, I'll meet you at the Red Guardian as soon as I'm done?"

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet raises an optical ridge, "The Red Guardian? Since when did you start going there?" ah slag. ".... has it really been that long since we last went drinking??" He sends a quick message to Starlock as he follows Pharma back to the offices. "Mm. Actually you're probably right. Dumb to go reminecing when we both have paperwork to do. Forget it, I'll just go back to my office and let you get to whatever it is."

With how close their offices are, he also has the convenient ability to listen for Pharma, his reactions, and when he leaves.

**Pharma has posed:**
    "It's been...a while, yes." Pharma replies, chuckling. "I'm sorry this wasn't a good time." he says, looking apologetic. "I'll check in with you once I'm finished, all right? Then we can both head over for a bit of much-needed relaxation."

    He turns a corner and Ratchet can hear the door to his office retracting and then closing again. But even if he hangs around, trying to listen for a reaction of some kind, he won't hear a thing...

**Ratchet has posed:**
"Well, you know where I'll be." Ratchet watches as Pharama disappears into his office, lingering outside for several seconds. He doesn't hear a reaction of any sort, so Ratchet goes back to his own office. Once there he picks up papers to look busy while his audials are turned up to their highest sensitivity to hear what may be happening in the hallway.

**Pharma has posed:**
    The hallway is quiet, and Ratchet doesn't hear anything out of the ordinary. The breems tick by...a few cycles later, Pharma comes to the door, looking as if nothing is amiss at all. "Well that wasn't so bad. So then are you still wanting to head to the Red Guardian then?" the other physician asks, his tone friendly.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Ratchet quickly buries his face in his datapad as Pharma approaches, scowling at the report in his hands. He doesn't even have to fake it. The report is a budget information request, those always put him in a fowl mood. "Hm? You say that but you aren't trying to wade through finance reports. They just wanna demand we spend less. Cmon then." he hauls himself to his feet, "Lets get going so I can figure out how to make this someone else's problem."

Starlock gets sent another update.

**Pharma has posed:**
    "Finance reports?" Pharma laughs as Ratchet scowls at a report. "Now just who is trying to make that our job? We fix people, not budgets. It's already someone else's problem." He jokes, then starts heading toward the gravlift. "Say, Ratchet, do you ever walk into your own office and find it's far messier than you thought you left it last?" he shakes his head. "Sometimes I wonder. Might have to give Triage a bit of a talking to," he chuckles.

**Ratchet has posed:**
Hm. "No. Then again I think most of the staff are too scared to even dare touching my things." Ratchet pauses to think, "That or my office is too much of a scrapyard to notice."

Ratchet shifts his gaze down to Pharma, "Why? Think someone has been rooting through your things? DO we need to call security?"

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma shakes his head. "Oh, not at all. I'm sure it was Triage, he must have misplaced something. I'll talk to him later, don't worry."

    He stops in front of the gravlift, signalling it. "Not that I'm complaining about him, he is an excellent assistant."

**Ratchet has posed:**
"Still wonder why you got a personal assistant but I don't." Another pause from the CMO, "Actually don't answer that." They both know the answer perfectly well. Ratchet doesn't want someone touching his stuff and messing up any systems he has in place. "Don't even know why I said that."

**Pharma has posed:**
    Pharma smirks. "I was going to say." Exactly, that. The elevator chimes as it arrives, and he lets Ratchet get on first before entering himself.