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Lights Out
Date of Scene: 19 December 2017
Location: Repair Bay
Synopsis: Hyperdrive and Swivel are still recovering from their recent excursion to another world. Healthpoint does what she can to help.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hyperdrive, 108


Hyperdrive has posed:
**BAMMM** There is a crash at the door followed by the door opening. At first no one comes in and the doors close. **tap tap tap** The doors open again and Hyperdrive staggers in rubbing his head. "Sorry! I was runnin in here and the lights went out and was tryin ta see if swivel was still here and are the lights still out?"

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     The doctor on duty blinks at that crash, then just kind of sits there as the door opens and no one enters. Just when she starts toward the door there's the knock and it opens again. She looks around at the question, then back to Hyperdrive. "...are you having trouble with your optics?" Healthpoint asks, then starts toward Hyperdrive. "I will perform a diagnostic after you are on one of the beds." she says as she approaches and offers Hyperdrive a hand.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Ummm I think I'm having trouble with them...maybe. It happened in the portal thing where Swivel and Hot Rod came outta. So the lights aren't out then?" He takes a step forward carefully, not sure where he's stepping and really not wanting to run into anything. "It might be caussa that stuff.""

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint gently takes Hyperdrive's hand upon hearing that, then guides him to a repair station. "O-oh dear...were you exposed to the Psychosonorum? We'll have to do a complete examination and apply the limited counteragents we have immediately. How long ago was your exposure? And can you estimate the amount to which you were exposed?" she says as she gets Hyperdrive onto the exam table and gets the vital monitor running. "Were you the only one exposed?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I got exposed a few days ago...I just well...it just seems everythin is dark. I guess yesterday I froze up completely. I think they did exposure stuff before but I wasn't quite aware of what was goin on. It just seems ta be somethin that cropped up twice so far. Guess its better than me tryin ta kill people.""

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint nods as she hears that Hyperdrive was already examined and pulls up the record. "Did they determine if there was damage to your optical relays or if these blackouts are some form of the hallucinations?" she asks as she continues with the examination anyway. A doctor prefers to see for themselves after all. She deploys a small light and shines it in Hyperdrive's eyes. "Can you detect this light source at all?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, "There's a light source....besides the lights...which are on too?" He turns his head, trying to figure what light she is talking about. "And I don't know. I just know is that I'm not registerin anythin....I can hear ya and stuff and my optics worked fine and nothin hurts."

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint frowns as well. "Hmm..." So, he can't see the ambient lights or her exam light. "Please hold still...I am going to disconnect your optics and allow them to reset, and while that is happening I am going to examine the connections." she says. She holds out her fingers and several micro-tools emerge. "This may feel a bit strange, but please try not to move." she says as she carefully removes the plate over Hyperdrive's eyes. Then she disconnects and examines the connections. "Let me know if you notice any difference with your optics disconnected. If so, then it is a hardware problem. If not, then the cause is most likely degredation of your processors due to Psychosonorum exposure."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has his visor removed as well as whatever else that Healthpoint is checking out. "Just no removin any important parts of my head and all. Swivel wants me ta keep learnin and all. I've not noticed any changes and all...but I didn't notice me freezin up either."

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     With no apparent change in input and no apparent damage to the connections, Healthpoint can only assume that the problem is deeper. She gets everything put back together, then gives Hyperdrive a pat on the shoulder. "Perhaps you should stay here for observation for a few days. I would feel responsible if you left while blind and possibly experiencing blackouts or multiple personality disorder like your friend Swivel. I will not forcibly confine you, but I will ask that you limit your activity to areas with which you are familiar, to avoid incidents like the one that led you to my door." She stands up straight, then taps her chin. "I'm afraid there is little I can do to repair Psychosonorum damage. We will just have to wait and hope your systems are able to compensate."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive makes a face. "I can make it back ta my room if nothin else. And it'll probably clear up again. It wasn't even botherin me until I got almost here. I hope hot Rod wakes up soon. Otherwise I'm gonna feel worse about hittin him....him and Swivel while we were in there."

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint blinks at that. "You...hit Hot Rod and Swivel? N-not on purpose I hope." she says as she updates Hyperdrive's records with the notes on his exposure damage. "Or, was this while you were blacked out?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Ummmm....no...I was quite awake fer it. I stunned Swivel and then proceded ta get inta a big fight with Hot Rod. But then he then saved me and then I saved him. Which is why everyone got here and all. I had ta knock some sense inta Hot Rod. Apparently if you have a heard head it takes more than one hit."

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint's eyes widen as she hears this. "F-friendly fire?" she stammers in disbelief. "We are working together! What happened to make you all fire upon each other?!" she demands. As a traumatized combat medic, it is bad enough when allies are hurt in battle with the enemy. But with each other?!

Swivel has posed:
    With the general din of monitors beeping, medics talking to each other or patients, and the thrum of the equipment, perhaps the sound of a quick series of steps would not be heard. But nonetheless, these sounds precede the arrival of Swivel. Swivel, whose deliberate gait and brisk movements show a certain level of either purpose or agitation. The brightness of her paint is desaturated by a saturation of dust, indicating that in the short time since she was discharged she's likely been out and about, and likely in a place which doesn't see much traffic, or at least, much cleaning. She doesn't look around, and strides directly over to one of the medical staff who does not seem busy, inquiring after Hot Rod. She doesn't even seem to notice Hyperdrive or Healthpoint.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive hears the distress of Healthpoint's voice, "Nonono it wasn't quite like that. Swivel wasn't respondin right and Hot rod was gonna get hurt and Then Hot Rod got mad and so I had ta fight 'im and make him see that he wasn't seein things right and well I got a few good hits on him and yeah...its was a bit of a clusterscrap.

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint isn't sure that explains enough, but just as she is about to ask if Swivel somehow instigated it, the femme walks in. Healthpoint blinks. "Speaking of Swivel..." she says, then turns toward the smaller femme. "Swivel! P-please come and help Hyperdrive and me s-sort out just what happened s-so that I am not forced to f-file a report of friendly fire!" she says, her voice more forceful than usual, but still plenty nervous and stammery. Then she realizes she basically just yelled all of that and looks down quickly, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze. "Ah...i-if you have the time..."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel had turned towards where Hot Rod is still lying dormant, when she hears her name called. She pivots on her heel to face Healthpoint, just now seeing Hyperdrive and her. Obediently, Swivel walks over, listening to Healthpoint's request. She doesn't seem alarmed by the volume by which Healthpoint is speaking. After all, she doesn't work in medical and isn't sure how much confidentiality and privacy is really preserved.
    "Sorry, I dun - don't remember any of it." Swivel glances back at Hyperdrive. "But 'e assures me 'e 'as already briefed Prowl. There probably isn't a report jus' because they wanna get 'Ot Rod's statement first. But...." Swivel's gaze drags back over to the general direction her fellow Nyonian lies. "At any rate, other'n medical, I dun see you need to worry much 'bout reportin' anythin'." Swivel pauses. Swivel is about to reach out to try and pat Healthpoint's forearm, but then realises her hand is rather on the dirty side and retracts. "Oh bother..."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns at the level of agitation in her voice. "Hey its okay...it was done ta save their lives. I wasn't out ta kill em or anythin. Hell, I'm on better terms with Hot rod than I've been in ages."

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     As both give much the same story, Healthpoint relaxes and lets out a long sigh. "...Okay. Sorry, I just...there are enough Autobots getting hurt without..." Her right hand shakes and she clasps it with her left to try and hide it. "..um...s-so what happened? I can only assume Psychosonorum exposure or another alter-ego episode, but..." She is quiet a moment, then blinks. "Oh...Swivel, perhaps you should know. Apparently Hyperdrive has also been suffering from blackouts and now has gone blind. I believe it is temporary, but I am sure he would not mind a bit of assistance just as you had not so long ago."

Swivel has posed:
    "Blindness?" Swivel repeats and then turns and squints at Hyperdrive with some scrutiny. "I never 'ad blindness... but I guess it would effect folk differently. There's a lot unknown 'bout it..." Blurr's enthusiasm for exploiting the alternate Cybertron comes to her mind and she frowns. Indeed. They really don't know nearly enough. And then... even with her own thoughts and concerns plagueing her she manages to notice Healthpoint's shaking hand. But she says nothing. Not now, not here. Drawing attention to it would make it worse.... possibly.
    "Are you... volunteering me to watch over 'Yperdroive as 'e 'ad been watchin' over me?" Swivel asks. She sinks a little, looking at Hyperdrive. "I.... uh...." How can she even begin to refuse? But... "Does that mean I get a tranq?" Swivel asks with perhaps an inappropriate amount of enthusiasm, a large grin growing across her features. A large, VERY UNTRUSTWORTHY GRIN.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive eeps as Swivel mentions the tranq, "Hey I feel fine and can see perfectly...." He gets up off the berth and confidently walks toward the doors that he heard earlier. Unfortunately he didn't hear the medical cart moved between him and the door. **CRAASH!!** Hyperdrive ends up on the floor with half the contents of the cart.

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint just...stares as Swivel gains that grin. "....no." she says finally. "Um...p-perhaps I should get you both a bunk here in-", and then CRASH!! Hyperdrive has again smashed into somthing. Healthpoint sighs. "Hyperdrive..." She motions to another nearby medic and they pull Hyperdrive back to the exam table. "I know we are only recent graduates, but..." She almost says there is no excuse for this irrational behavior, but there kind of is. "...please, you two should both be more careful. Both with your own health and with that of others. I am sorry, b-but...I feel you should both be monitored at all times until you no longer have episodes of instability. You could endanger not only yourselves but any other bots around at the time. I know now from experience that neither of you will accept confinement to quarters, but please take someone who has -not- been exposed to Psychosonorum whenever you leave the city. -And- please make sure that neither of you are exposed any further to the substance. You are both showing signs already of psychosis." She is quiet a moment, then she squeezes her right hand with her left. "...p-please..."

Swivel has posed:
    "Wait 'Yperdroive I was kid--" CRASH "...kidding..." Swivel winces looking at where Hyperdrive had fallen. Swivel glances sheepishly over at Healthpoint for a very brief moment before looking away. Swivel, however, does not offer to help Hyperdrive up, and instead crosses her arms over her chest. He was being foolish to try and leave blind... and besides the medics are helping him.
    As Healthpoint begins to talk of them both being monitored, Swivel's optics widen and she whips her head around to stare at the femme. "There's no..." Swivel stops. She knows there is perfect cause for this. "I..." Swivel then looks down. "I'll..." Swivel sighs, resigned. "I'll take that under advisement." Swivel tries very hard to keep her face neutral despite the extreme agitation, anxiety, and fear that are beginning to rise due to this development.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive gets helped up and makes a face. "They discharged me last night....Oh cool, when did you get a repaint Healthpoint? Ya really look good in all those colors." He's looking directly at Healthpoint at least. He then sees Swivel, "Did everyone get hit with a multicolored paintbomb?"

Healthpoint (108) has posed:
     Healthpoint is...decidedly not multicolored. In fact, she is just about monocromatic. But, Hyperdrive being able to see at all is an improvement, so she puts that in the good things box. "Hyperdrive, I would like to keep you here overnight for observation." She looks back to Swivel as the smaller femme only concedes so far as taking it under advisement. The medic sighs and shakes her head, then heads off toward another patient murmuring about how no one ever listens to their doctor and doesn't anyone have common sense anymore and other such things.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive rolls his optics, "I'm not gonna go off and get inta trouble..." He does look at Swivel in concern, unsure what to say. If she's noticed, she's been very careful not to mention some of her issues around the medics, though its clear he is worrying about her.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel hears those murmurs and shrinks somewhat. Generally, the femme prides herself on being obedient, especially to doctors. But right now she is frantic. However, Swivel takes a long intake into her vents to calm herself. She glances over to Hyperdrive. "You still seein' in funky colours?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive glances back and forth, "NO?" He looks at Swivel, still rather concerned but he doesn't want to speak up in the medical bay. A sigh escapes him and he instead looks at the floor.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel gives Hyperdrive a skeptical look, but she then shrugs, not going to accuse him of lying. There doesn't seem to be any point. She instead walks over to where Hot Rod is lying and stands over him for a moment or two, before leaning close to him, seeming to say something very quiet to him, despite his nonresponsive state. She then picks up his hand to give it a brief squeeze before gently putting it down.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive glances away when Swivel gets close to Hot Rod. Yep, calm face. Don't let Swivel see you nervous. He would happily not be here when Swivel finds out what he did to HOt Rod. "I'm sorry I hope I didn't get ya in trouble. I was just comin ta see ya and didn't know ya were out and stuff."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel stands, silent for a moment, even after Hyperdrive speaks to her. It's an unsettling silence, and Hyperdrive is left with only the view of her back tires for some time. Slowly Swivel turns around. "I'll only say this once, then leave it ta loif ter 'ammer it in. Sometoims... sayin' less is better until asked specifics." Swivel sighs. She walks over to Hyperdrive, and leans in very close until all he can see is her face. Hey. At least her optics are still purple. However, she says nothing further, just locks him into her stern gaze. Something is off - but not in the creeper alternate personality sort of off. A different kind of off.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is stared at by Swivel and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know who to go to or even who he can tell. For all he knows this is his fault for shooting Swivel while in the other place. He cringes down a bit and looks down and away. "I...I don't know what ta do ta help ya. And if I lose ya I don't know and probably won't care what will happen." He makes sure the medics are all preoccupied. "You were gonna hurt Hot Rod.....I..I had ta shoot ya. And then I had ta fight Hot Rod and I hit him a couple times...and now he won't wake up. And now yer....yer still not you and you were actin off before goin inta the portal which was why I followed ya."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel's hands reach out as if to grab Hyperdrive byt his upper arms, but her hands stop short, fingers splayed yet curled as if curled around some invisible object. She then quickly pulls her hands back and straightens up, giving Hyperdrive's face some space. She glances around the room, checking to see just how busy people are, and then turns back to Hyperdrive.
    "So I was going to 'arm 'Ot Rod? Then I'm relieved you stopped me. But..." Swivel exvents forcefully. "Sorry. You shouldn't keep things from medics... but..." Swivel looks around again, and then begins to eye various surfaces and equipment suspiciously, almost as if she's concerned of being watched. "You listen to me. THe best way ya kin 'elp me is to keep yerself outta trouble, got it? And..." Swivel trails off.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive lets down some of the mask that he uses to try and stay cheerful. He's looks at her with much concern, "I'm doin all I can. And I'm sure it's not enough. And what if its my fault that Hot Rod won't wake up. I...I thought he was hurtin ya..."

Swivel has posed:
    "I am learnin' not to 'old anyone accountable for wot goes on in that wretched place," Swivel says, not disguising her bitterness in her tone. "As fer 'Ot Rod, mebbe 'e just needs the down toim... though if 'e is goin' through anything loik I was... 'e may not..." Swivel glances again in Hot Rod's direction. "'Ot Rod will be foin. At least, that's wot 'e would 'ave us all believe. So let's believe it fer now."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shakes his head, "But I didn't get yas out in time....its my fault. And now nothins gonna be right....nothin..."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel shakes her head. "'Ey, I dinna get 'Ot Rod out in toim. Or was foolish to think I could. I am also to blame. So cut it out."
    Swivel looks as though she were about to say somethingk but stops abruptly, looking down distractedly. Out of subspace she brings out a datapad. "Bout toim..." She murmurs and turns away from Hyperdrive, holding the pad close to herself and blocking his view of it. After only a moment Swivel's shoulders draw up in sudden tension and she fumbles with the pad, barely managing to catch it, quickly holding it to her chest. "I... I uh.... I gotta go."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive watches her turn away from him. HE doesn't know what to say and isn't sure if there is anything that could be said to make things better. Instead he hugs his arms to himself and stares forlornly at Swivel before staring down at the ground. "I'm sorry..."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel was all but ready to rush out, holding that Datapad close to her chest when Hyperdrive's piteous apology reaches her. She sighs, looks down at the pad, and then back at Hyperdrive. Her hands shake and she keeps looking between the two, but finally sets it aside. She waks over to Hyperdrive, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder. "Stop apologizing. You take too much on yerself fer summin' so young."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I'm tryin...I'm tryin and I don't know what all is goin on. And I'm sorry cause I know that I'm causin you problems and I shoulda just stayed in my room until ya called fer me or somethin. And now I almost get you stuck in the medical bay too and I'm really really sorry."

Swivel has posed:
    "I get that yer sorry. But you dinna do anythin' wrong! Yes, you may 'ave inconvenienced me, but it wun out of any design or malice. I jus' need ta..." Swivel looks down at the floor. "I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I was mad at you. I'm not. But rather 'n sit ther apologizin' and beating yerself up, look fer wot kin be learned, and if you don't see ther's anythin' to learn, there's no need to apologise. At least... not to me. Other folks are more picky 'bout that sort of thing. I'm not. One apology is enough."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is definately still confused and borderline upset. But at least this time he doesn't apologize. He just sits there, rocking ever so slightly. He mutters softly and seems to be staring at his fingers as he continues to mutter.

Swivel has posed:
Seeing Hyperdrive just seem to regress back into rocking and muttering, Swivel's shoulders slump and she shakes her head, looking rather resigned. THe glimpse of a familiar looking sniper on her pad can wait. She will analyse the footage later. Her life isn't presently being threatened as far as she can tell, and taking time out for a devoted friend probably will not jeopardize her current undertaking. So Swivel just sits on the berth beside Hyperdrive and slings an arm across his shoulders, drawing him towards herself so that he may lean on her - if he doesn't resist.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive doesn't resist and the shuddering stops after a few moments. He seems to stare at his hands, motioning a little with his fingers. He doesn't speak, just relying on the fact that Swivel stayed at least for a moment. Some more minutes pass before Hyperdrive seems to relax further.

Swivel has posed:
    Feeling Hyperdrive relax somewhat, Swivel also allows herself to relax a little. She quietly reminds herself that she, herself, seeks this sort of show of friendship over the theatrical heroics that some seem keen on bestowing upon her. Just simply being there. Swivel begins to softly hum, hoping to lull Hyperdrive into a genuine sense of security.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive doesn't speak, instead the tizzy that he had worked himself seems to have passed and the young mech finally goes completely still, leaned against Swivel. Whenever she actually goes to look, he'll be completely out, optics darkened as his system tosses him into rest mode to make up for some of the lack of care he's been giving himself.