1085/A Greeting

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth had himself roosted in the rafters between Dustoff's desk, and the back door that lead down to his lab, wings furled around him, and.. well he was snoring lightly from his recharge. He'd finished cleaning the medical bay not long ago, after Darkstar had dropped that dead inceticon on the floor and left a freaking infected energon puddle!

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff steps into the medbay and pauses, perhaps just...shocked it's not totally burnt down? Hard to tell what the usual 'crowd' that ventures into the bay will do, after all. But, hey, surprise can wait, and he heads for his desk, opening a drawer to pull his usual engex selection out and pouring two glasses. One is set to the side, the other kept for himself as he turns, leans back against the desk, and just sort of...contents himself to rest there.

**Brawl has posed:**
"Blasted bugs and den annoying sixer bot along with fire.", Brawl grumbles as he wanders into the medbay. The tankmech is obviously unsupervised and bored, a possible dangerous combination. Least he does not appear to be upset for the moment.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's nearest ear would twitch in response to hearing the movement and would open one of his optics to glance over, a smile forming on his face at seeing his partner. "..Well, aren't you a pleasant surprise to wake up too." He'd chuckle at Dustoff and yawn, letting himself fall from the ceiling, and spinning himself around to let himself land on his hind legs.

      He'd stretched himself out and then look towards Dustoff. "Did your trip go alright?" He'd ask with a smile, which quickly faded into an annoyed scowl once Brawl wondered in, and let out a sigh. "What is it, Brawl?"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shoots a grin over to Goth before reaching over to pick up that other drink poured, offering it to the mech. "Heh, good t' see ya too... Went well 'nough, nothin' too crazy. Gotta swing by t' pick up some stuff later, but...eh, we're stocked up again for th' most part. So...I count that as a win."

He then turns to look at Brawl, offering a nod of greeting. "Hello yerself... bug problems?"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks between the two medics saying, "Eh was just thinkin' of da one tangled with in Dead End unless more showed up. Annoying biter even if squashed em in the end." His engine emits a rumble, "Course later the bots come to Tyger and it looks likely ke gonna smash em but get burned. Wanna melt em down!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave Dustoff a smile, and gladly accepted the drink, but not before smooching the Medic's face platting and let out a content chuff. He'd glance back to Brawl and then to Dustoff. "There was an.. incident, in the dead end where he and Darkstar tussled with some of Shockwaves escaped insecticon experiments, they came across Autobots." He'd explain.

      "They had regnetive properties, also appear to have been munching on those in the dead end, thus I suspect they ended up infected with Pharma's little viral. I have you a few samples in the sample-cooler from one of the corpses Darkstar decided to drop in here right after." He'd continue, and then give a satisfied grin.

      "Then proceeded to set Prowl on fire.. twice."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl's optics focus on the bat, "Annoying little pests. No idea if any still workin'. Though will drag one back alive if one wants, could be fun in the pits.", Course the tankmech is thinking of fighting those things again. At the mention of Prowl he adds, "Maybe feed the cop mech to one after cookin'."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Well I'm quite positive there are more, attended in helping end a few more, came across something more interesting though, a shape-changer, or a doppelganger, as it could be stated, there was a much larger one that could speak, and take the vistage of others." He'd explain.

      He'd take a sip of his drink. "I doubt Shockwave would approve Brawl, points for creativity though."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl says, "Don't care what one eye approves, he can't tell me what to do." The usual reply from the tankmech as he actually looks to be thinking a bit. No doubt he will try or forget, especially if tip a certain combaticon. His engine rumbles as he looks around almost as if he wants to crush something. Hopefully something else nearby that can distract him.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's optics settle into a annoyed, half-shuttered position. "Yes, well, I'll allow you to deal with him then." He'd state almost ahauntly, he'd look back to Dustoff though, at least he'd appreciate Goth's explanation, he'd then huff out. "Anyway, do you need something?"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl tilts his head before saying, "Whaddya think I want, a fight, drink, or somethin' to do." No doubt the two medicons wonder where the other combaticons are. The tankmech looks around saying, " So how big was the talker? "

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's huffed and brought his hand up to show just how tall the speaking one was. "I suspect they are /not/ another insecticon, but merely someone trying to collect information on what exactly Shockwave did to them to cause their regentive properties." he'd add, more likely for Dustoff's benefit.

      He'd then look at Brawl and frowned. "Then why not look in the training simulators or one of the bars? Why would ether of that be in the medical bay?" Well.. Drinks were debatable, but that was Dusty's stash.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl's optics narrow behind his visor as he focuses on Goth, "Cuz I wandered here first, ya dim-spark! Was plannin' to go elsewhere if nothin' interestin' here." Course easy guess that Goth is not a dimwit though right now the tankmech does not care for details as he is annoyed.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just sort of listens to things as the two discuss before pushing off the desk and taking another drink. "We'll isolate th' insect an' do a proper investigative autopsy... gonna need t' really...figure out what th' slag's infectin' 'em an' make sure containment an' decontamination's in proper order..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just rolled his optics at Brawl. "Oh that must be quite the creative comeback for you, yes. mhm." Goth would mock, before looking to Dustoff. "Yes, I'm not quite sure of all the details, but these experiments of Shockwaves, combined with the thinning plague could be.. mmm Well." He'd not need to tell his partner about what the strange effects could due to mutate the viral.

      "I've yet to touch the samples i collected, so, you do get the fun of that." He'd smile.

**Brawl has posed:**
It's only the fact the medics keep him functioning along with what Ons might do that stops Brawl from just slugging the bat in the face. His fists clench as he says, "Not worth da time to hit ya." The tankmech ponders where to go as he looks to Dustoff, "Maybe stuff one in a container, but if no one wants one now cuz of one eye, I'll wait."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shoots Brawl a look. "Only one t' shoot or punch anyone in th' medbay's me..." He leaves it at that before looking down at his drink and taking another sip. "Rest assured...for th' bug an' whatever it's carryin'... I plan on makin' sure it's used...effectively if possible." He nods at that.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckled and grinned at Dustoff. "Oh I'm quite sure you will.. I don't feel comfortable myself taking a look at Shockwave's work." He'd cringe lightly, glancing away, Dustoff knew well enough why Goth didn't feel safe doing that, specially considering what Shockwave was experimenting on.

      He'd glance over to Brawl, about to state one wouldn't fit in a jar, but just vents and aggravated sigh, there was no point.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl seems distracted by his radio muttering something about reports. He glances between the two medics, "Well ya do whatever ya two want with da bugs. Dey just a annoyance like the bots."

**Dustoff has posed:**
"Way I see it...someone done thought it useful t' unleash a virus... so I'm plannin' on unleashin' th' virus on them if given th' chance." He smirks. "I look forward to it..." He rests back against the desk and refills his drink. "Should be...interestin' all th' same just figurin' out what they made..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave a curious quirk of his ridge, but a smile grew on his face. "Oh, that does sound like it would be quite the fun~ Do inform me if you are in need of any help, gladly assist in what ways I can." he'd chuckle, though the thought of how his horrible luck had seemingly returned did give him pause, before shrugging.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl shrugs, "You do as ya do." His head tilts at the radio, "Right, headin' there, boss." He turns away from Goth and Dustoff, "Yeah good luck with dat."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would let out a chuff as Brawl leaves before looking back down to Dustoff, and moved to him, prettying his own forhelm against the other. "Well, now that, that foolary is out of the way, am glad to see you've returned, did Miss your presence." He'd huff, looking down with a tired smile. Then glance off to the side to where the Back door was. "Have you rest yet? can escape down to our little hide away if necessary."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmms... "Naw, haven't had a proper rest yet," he settles his own arms around the other mech after setting his glass down. "Mmmf, s'pose I could be...enticed t' such a thing, yeah..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth smiled and nuzzled against Dustoff, and wrapped his own winged arms around the other mech, he'd chuckle and shamelessly attempt to scooped Dustoff up into his arms to carry him down. "Then by all means, allow me~"