1248/Pillows Inc

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is still lazing in medbay, snuggled in as many pillows and soft things as he can scrounge up. He insists it's for healing purposes. There's even a small hand-scribbled sign (in elegant writing, of course) saying "Do Not Disturb" next to him.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex Stands guard by Blast Off. He moves to fluff his pillows for him, trying not to wake him up as he takes care of his recovering brother.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle enters the medbay, and soon spots his combatibros. "Hey tex, blast off," he says, "Meant to give these to you yesterday but I guess you were in the lubrication recycler for quite a while or something." He pulls two stain-resistant pillows out of subspace and offers them to Blast Off. "I think you'll find these adequate."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would come up form his lab and yawn, a mug in hand as he looks over at... Well, Blast Off, Swindle, and Vortex, blinking slowly... He doesn't question it, instead just meanders over to the computer.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off stirs as Swindle enters the room, talking, optics coming just slightly online, still almost grayed out. It's not so much from struggle as it is from lounging. He drapes his limbs over his pillow pile and rolls his head. "..." He rolls his head back around at Vortex, then snaps his fingers like Tex is his errand boy or something. "Vortex, I need some engex, stat."

Now back to Swindle. Goth is noted and Blast Off's hold of the medbay pillow Goth gave him earlier tightens. He eyes the pillows and reaches for them, looking like quite the high-falutin' statesmech. "Let me see..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is for some reason happy to help. "Sorry I wasnt here for you this time. I'll get you some engex." he skitters quickly to get some engex for his brother. Guilt? you bet.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ears fell back at the sound of the snap as he looked over.. Again, nooot going to question it, he knew how Vortex was, and unfortunately, Blast Off as well. "Do keep the noise down, there are others resting in here." He'd state tridely.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle beams as he hands Blast Off the pillows. "There, is that enough to complete your collection yet?" he wonders. He gazes at Blast Off's bed. "Your pillow nest looks like it's coming along quite well." He now notices Goth going to the computer. "Hey, Goth, you consider my offer yet?" Winning smile flashed in the bat mech's direction.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off seems to be enjoying this. He watches Vortex scoot off, looking for some engex, and raises an optic ridge at Goth. "Please. As if I'd be anything other than refined and quietly \*eloquent\*." Now to Swindle. He concentrates on studying the pillows, fluffing them and inspecting them, seam to stitch. "Hmm." He stares hard a moment, then looks up. "Yes, I do believe this will suffice." He stuffs them around his newly armored frame and snuggles in his brand-new nest, one to rival Goth's. "Yessss... now THIS is the life."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth glances over. "It is.. in consideration." He'd state vaguely, before he spun around to look at the Combati-trio. "....Well, least you are enjoying your time here.. How has the armor been?"

**Swindle has posed:**
"Ah, good, good," Swindle says to Goth. He refocuses on Blast Off. "Yeah, it is, isn't it? Makes me want to make my own little pillow nest like that and curl up in it."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is a little amused at this trend he's started, smirking as he sips on his mug. "persistent, aren't you?" He'd question the purple and yellow combaticon with a knowing smirk on his face.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"The armor has been fine," Blast Off replies to Goth, enjoying every moment he can lounge away. "Feels comfortable. A bit... unfamiliar, but to be expected, I'd suppose." He quirks a smile up at Swindle, not that it's very apparent under the mask. "Well, get your own, I'm very particular about my recharge, you know." Though obviously not particular about taking it from others, like the bat.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Eh, sometimes persistence pays off," Swindle remarks, "Anyway, you know where to find me." He takes a seat on a vacant medtable beside Blast Off. He can guard his combatibro while Vortex is off looking for engex. He takes more pillows out of subspace, arranged them on the medtable, and curls up himself.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex returns, engex in tow. He skitters back to Blast Off's side. "Heres some engex. How are you feeling. Im sorry I left you alone." he frets.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off eyes Swindle as he joins him on the berth, but doesn't shove his teammate away, instead just sinking further into his own pile. When Vortex comes back, Blast Off nods sagely, reaching for the engex. "Excellent. I'm feeling quite fine, actually. And you are forgiven, just attend to my every whim and need for the next cycle or so and we should be even." Yes.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth shook his helm at the trio and chuckled. "But of course and you know where I am in regards to getting weapons modified and the like." he'd wave his hand. "I still expect mine back, Blast off."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle takes out even more pillows from subspace, arranging them in the perfect nest pattern for himself as well as probably an ajacent wall for Blast Off's own nest. He relaxes and sprawls. "Yup, this is the life," he says.

**Goth has posed:**
     Aaand at the sound of the communlink, that is Goth's que to nope on back down to his lab, leaving the trio to suffer at the hands of the worlds most annoying S.I.C possible.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Allright. Next time. I'll protect you." he says. "See? We'll get you patched up.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle jolts a bit at the announcement over the comms, half wondering if he should hop off the medtable and squirrel away his pillows. But maybe it's already too late for that and he'll have to make some awkward explanations...

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Of course," Blast Off murmurs to Goth, "As I said before, once I'm out of here I shall clean it up, good as new!" He nods to Tex. "See that you do." Yes, the shuttle is... shuttling~ tonight. Even the announcement over the radio doesn't disturb him from his "nest".

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream comes striding into the medical bay, partly on fire, partly smoldering, he's clearly in a bit of a tizzy, before staring at the weird lounging combaticons an optic twitching. "...What.. am I looking at?" He'd growl.

**Swindle has posed:**
Well, there it is. Swindle is indeed too late. When Starscream comes in, he quickly slides off the medtable and pushes what pillows are on the bunk next to Blast Off to reinforce the pillowing. "Uh, just making sure Blast Off is comfortable, sir," he says nervously, "Gotta test the product myself after all." Awkward smile commences.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off lazily eyes Starscream from the pile of pillows just pushed on top of him. "We are Combaticons, obviously. I was injured in the line of duty and now I am in the process of recovery after getting a new armor refit."

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream lets out an irritated hiss, as he rubs at his optics with his index finger and thumb. He wasn't going to question it, not right now! Had enough of a helm-ache as is! He'd stomp his way over in those noisy heels of his and sit down on one of the berths /away/ form the combaticons and crossed his arms, and put one leg over the other and grumbled.

      "Where are those blasted medics?" He'd question, looking about, no wonder the place was invested with combaticons! No one was here to shoo them.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle vents a quiet sigh of relief that Starscream has chosen not to harangue him about the pillows and the medtable. "Uh, good question?" he says, when Starscream asks where all the medics are. "By the way, commander, can I interest you in some stain-resistant cushions?" Because Swindle wouldn't be Swindle without trying to sell something even in the most inappropriate situations.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Those blasted medics are...well, present, sure. One of which is just sort of...suddenly behind where Starscream's berth is at, and as soon as the Second-In-Command settles down in a tizzy, he's busy hooking him up and getting the enerdrip running and everything else that needs to be done.

The answer to that question, obviously, is .... everywhere.

Maybe they're learning things from Soundwave. Maybe. Who knows?

Oh...wait, does that enerdrip also have a sedative in there? Probably. Maybe not. Actually...naw, that spot's just rubbed off and carefully redacted because it's super-secret-enerdrip for the High Command.

Honest!

**Blast Off has posed:**
It's not infested with Combaticons, it's ENRICHED with them, Star scream! Just wait, someday you'll NEED those Combaticons and then you'll appreciate them.... or not. Ahem. Somewhere in Blast Off's mind he ponders the wisdom of acting so aloof around the Decepticon SIC, but he's a little too entrenched into his pillow fort to care. Maybe he'll be mortified later....

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream nearly jumps a foot in the air (for a transformer at least) Whe he's suddenly touched by an unknown pressences and quickly turns to see who-- Oh.. It's Dustoff... He lets out a scoff. "Took you long enough." he'd grumble, shaking his helm.

      "Not /now/" He'd snap at Swindle, maaybe later though, this is Starscream after all.. He'd shake his helm feeling himself getting browsy, before he's soon out like a lite.. At Least he's shut up!

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is by Blast Off, watching protectively. "Yeah, you're right. One day the'll recognise us foor what we are."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmmhms. "Quite, quite... apologies for that... oooh, look at you, ya got hit pretty hard... knocked out yer...stasis management core an'..." He watches Starscream go down and out cold before just smirking a bit and setting to work. Oh, certainly he's going to repair the mech, but let's be fair, this is probably the only way to make the S.I.C.'s stay bearable and overall tolerable.

Whistling, he just gets to work.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"They will..." Blast Off agrees with Vortex, dimming the light of his optics until they look as gray as his faceplate and trying to relax. The fact that Starscream falls silent helps. He lifts his head up enough to sip some engex, then nestles in again. The shuttleformer glances over at the empty spot Swindle just left, then over at Swindle and Vortex almost like wishing they'd come add to the pile, but then he huffs softly to himself and sinks back down, saying nothing. Couldn't ever admit that, of course.

**Starscream has posed:**
     Oh it very much is, had he been awake? They'ed probably never hear the end of Starscream's whining and venting, but like this? Well, he's toloratable... Finicky Seeker could of used some rest anyway.

      Though he sways a bit as he had been knocked out while sitting up, but ahh he wont notice the helm ach from call back on the berth when he wakes up... Right?

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms and does his work casually now that it's nice and easy and calm... "Hmmm... computer, let Starscream know injuries were tended to, but the headache from having his stasis controllers damaged was unavoidable and will pass given a bit of rest an' quiet..." He checks for a dent from the impact and, spying nothing worth worrying over, just focuses on the burns and other such things before glancing back at the Combaticons... "How long ya lot plannin' on lingering in th' medbay?"

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron enters the doorway to medical,seeing his troops that are gathered today. The warlord stands in the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. He has a few damages, but doesn't think they are enough to get checked over apparantly. "Ah. So this is the fabled medbay, where my troops tend to loiter."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off huffs at Dustoff, lazily waving a hand, "I'm not \*loitering\*, I'm \*resting\*. There's a difference! Besides, I deserve it for having to take that Autobot base on all by myself..." he finishes with a mutter. However, upon seeing Megatron arrive, the shuttleformer suddenly sits up straight, rocket feet swinging to the side of the berth. "I-I'm not loitering! I-I was just getting ready to leave!" He looks around for support from Vortex or Swindle before remembering to add, "...Sir."

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream is out cold on the medberth, sedated, or was it sleeping? Who knew, all they would know is that he was quite, and that shrill voice of his wasn't yammering on or making demands of those in the medical bay.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks up at Megatron and nods. "Aye, Sir... certainly is. Makes it easy t' ensure eveyone gets their regular checkups... all it costs is bribin' 'em with drinks laced with their medication." He goes back to his work on Starscream before finally stepping back to let him wake up on his own good time, glancing over the Decepticon High Commander. "Here, I'll take a look at those for ya, Sir, if ya wish." he nods towards the injuries.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle thanks Primus that he vacated the med table by the time their lord and master arrived, and at least now Starscream was being quiet, so he just stands by Blast Off as if guarding him, like Vortex. "Just making sure Blast Off gets his beauty recharge, sir," he says to Megatron, "By the way, would you be interested in some added comfort by way of miracle pillows? I hear they speed up the healing process." Yup, laying the bullslag on thick, as usual.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron gives an approving smirk to Dustoff. "Yes, thats one way to keep them in line." this doctor has ball bearings of steel. And the slagmaker approves. "When you have the time. They are not an immediate concern. You will understand if I don't accept a drink however." he says. He looks to Swindle "No, unlike some of my warriors. I do not intend to loiter around decoratively."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off stares at Megatron, still hugging his pillows... then hastily shoves them to the side. "WELL. Of course! Warriors like us have... better things to do than... than loiter around... with..." He turns to gaze at the pillows, then \*ahems\* and gets to his feet, purple thrusters making contact with the floor. "Totally don't have time. Too much to do!" Yes. \*cough\*

He starts walking away, then suddenly remembers something and... reaches back to get the pillow Goth lent him as well as the two he bought earlier. "Ahem, excuse me..." He begins treading towards the door, pillows under each arm, trying to look dignified anyway. Somehow.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex trails behind Blast Off. "Yeah I think we'll go loiter someplace el.. erm yeah we dont do.. what Blast Off said." the chopper stammers, just staying beyind Blast Off, trying not to draw attnetion of the two high command in the room.

**Swindle has posed:**
"No loitering for me, too much stuff to do. Things to see, people to d---errr I mean stuff to sell," Swindle says, "I just remembered there's stuff I need to order for the medbay!" He chuckles half-nervously.

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream was going to be out a moment, just how much did Dustoff put in there?! But they could probably tell he'd soon wake up form the grumbling he was doing in his forced recharge... However maybe it's a /good/ thing he's out, that way he doesn't have to be subjected to the three stooges that were in there at the moment.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff put in, shall we say, enough. He gives Megatron a light nod. "Eh, no problems there, Sir, nothin' else major goin' on in here, an' if ya want..." he shrugs, "I keep th' clean, non-tainted stuff in th' desk." He chuckles a bit and sets to work on getting things repaired.

Minus the sedatives.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron stays still while Dustoff works. He just gives the Combaticons a glare for a moment, and then a dismissive hand as if to say go Combaticon somewhere else. If he doesn't expect too much from them, they won't disappoint him too much. He rubs his chin. "Dustoff. You have been doing an admirable job of keeping this medical center in line. Considering all the complications that come in here. I think perhaps you need to assign yourself a second. May I suggest Flatline for the position?"

**Starscream has posed:**
     Starscream groans and an optic coming online as he brings his hand up to rub his helm. "Ow.." He'd groan, sitting up, he'd yet to realize who was in the room... His head hurt but the rest of his body didn't, and started grumbling. "Blasted medics... Getting as hard to spot ans Soudnwave an--" He'd let out a startled yelp as he noticed both Megatron /and/ Dustoff in front of him.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff finishes up his work and looks over at Starscream. "Good t' see ya back on yer feet, Sir! That hit did a number on yer stasis cores an' knocked ya out solid. Mind th' headache... but ya should be good t' go." He nods and looks over his work for Megatron. "An' that goes for y'self, too, Sir... all good t' go."

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron looks to Starscream and smirks. "Good morning. I trust you had a nice rest cycle?" he chuckles. He then nods to Dustoff. "Good. There is one more thing that we need to address, considering all the work you have done." he says. "I would like to congratulate you on your promotion... Captain."

**Starscream has posed:**
     Oh Sweet Primus these aftholes are in league with one another! He'd quickly get himself up and look himself over to make sure nothing was missing or out of place. Squinting at Dustoff, unsure if he should believe that stasis core explanation, but he honestly wasn't quite sure what had happened.

      He'd brush himself up and hmphed. "I'll be fine, I'll be making my way back to my quarters..." He'd squint at Dustoff once more and start striding out.