479/Palliative Care

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Palliative Care
Date of Scene: 15 January 2018
Location: Barracks
Synopsis: Swivel shares a story about her time in Dead End.
Cast of Characters: Swivel, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    Recharge? Who needs to recharge? Clearly not Swivel. Instead the femme had been keeping herself busy since the previous day. Since returning from doing some surveys in the Sonic Canyons, she had plopped herself down in front of a consol connected to the Decagon databases. After a gruelling interval of frustration, she'd realized she was due for an early shift of guard duty. After that, there was errand after errand, such as hitting the public archives during operational hours, and finally Swivel had dragged herself back to the Decagon. She ambled slowly through the atrium and straight to the barracks, but only made it so far as one of the rec rooms before she just collapsed onto one of the couches, eyeing the fuel dispenser.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has been missing Swivel and so the young mech had been periodically trying to meet up with her. Unfortunately no one has been home each of the times he's tried visiting. It is actually on his way BACK from Swivel's room that he spies Swivel in the rec room rather than in her room. The bright optic'd mech grins brightly as he nearly pounces the femme. "SWIVEL!!"

Swivel has posed:
    Well. There goes a moment of quiet. Swivel barely keeps herself from jumping, being rather on edge. Instead she sits up and glances over at Hyperdrive, putting a hand up defensively out of sheer reflex. Which isn't necessary since he didn't actually pounce her. "THat's my name. Don't wear it out," Swivel responds, attemtping some good humour. But the dullness of exhaustion drags down the attempt at levity. Admittedly, she's gone longer without a decent recharge cycle. But there was a mental element to her fatigue as well. "Keepin' out of trouble, I 'ope."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, "I'm completely and terribly bored. I've been tryin ta do all the right things and I'm doing well but I'm gettin agitated with nothin ta do. I even drove Hammerstrike inta hidin when I tried bein friendly with him."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel wiggles back until her tires are pressed against the back of the couch. She was going to wait to get to her room before doing this, but at the moment she doesn't really care. Swivel gets out an oil can with a long, delicate spout, which she uses to administer some of its contents to her knee joints. Swivel looks up from this task at Hyperdrive as she listens. "And 'ere I thought you were creative enough ta keep yerself from gettin' bored WITHOUT causin' folks trouble." The words sound disapproving, but her tone and smile suggest it's meant as more playful ribbing. Her dainty fingers busy themselves with working the oil into her knees even after she sets down the oil can.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I WAS keepin myself occupied. Found a great cylinder ta balance on and I was jugglin but then Hammerstrike came and growled at me fer usin it for unintended purposes. So I had ta put it back and then I started talkin ta Hammerstrike and well I told him how grateful I was fer what he did and all and how awesome he was and stuff and I followed him back ta the barracks havin a nice long conversation with him. And then pretty much he kinda ran and hid.""

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel straightens out her leg, rotating her ankle joint before setting it down and stretching the other. "Some folk feel awkward when praised. I used to be that way, actually. I couldn't believe anyone'd 'ave anything good to say about me." Swivel picks up the oil can again, swishing its contents, listening and feeling the weight as it to determine how much might be left within. "Nevermind that. Wot I could go for is a deep relaxin' soak in a warm oil bath. But all we got are washracks. This'll 'ave to do." Swivel remarks, raising the oil can.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive chuckles. "awww we should be able ta find you a nice oil bath somewhere....wonder if the medical bay has one open or something....or we could flood yer room...."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel shakes her head and holds her leg straight out, then lens forward reaching her fingers to the tips of her ped. She holds that for a moment, before gently running her hands along her own leg as she slowly leans back again. "I'm sure I'd get in trouble fer filling my room with oil. Naw, this is foin - I can soothe myself. I've lived a long toim without th'luxury of oil baths before. Or, well, the luxury of even 'aving a meal of energon every day." Swivel sits up straight, her optics losing focus as she stares at nothing in particular, her thoughts wandering to the past. "I'm really quoit fortunate."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins and practically flops on the seat next to Swivel. "Of course ya are...ya got me as a friend." The troublesome autobot looks at his friend waiting to see if she minds him sitting next to her. "Have ya been doing okay? I've not seen you around."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel smirks a little at Hyperdrive's comment. She doesn't mind Hyperdrive plopping down beside her. Why, she even reaches over with her arm, gathering the impish Autobot cadet into a side hug. Yet she does that without really looking at him, and continues that distant, thoughtful stare when he asks how she's been. "Been busy..." she murmurs in response.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at the side hug and sighs. "Yer always busy. I can't wait until I'm a full bot so maybe I can help ya at times. I know I won't be able ta help all the time and all, but it'd still be nice not ta be completely restricted still. Not that I technically HAVE to be completely restricted, but I'm tryin ta stay on Prowl's good side...especially with Hot Rod still running amok. If I stay good...then maybe the punishment from Prowl won't be quite as bad fer either of us when Prowl does decide ta crack down. I'm hopin I can do somethin well enough ta kinda offset the need ta punish me more than I'm doin myself."

Swivel has posed:
    Resting her arm across Hyperdrive's shoulders, Swivel listens. There are occasional nods, but there's still some distance evident as she responds only with occasional monosyllabic words to give the illusion of listening. When she realises Hyperdrive has finished saying his peice she glances over at him, holding on to his last comment to try and form some sort of response to hide the fact she wasn't paying much attention. "I'm sure yer in the clear for now."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, "No, mighta been in the clear before Hot Rod had his blow up. But probably not after it. Prowl's gonna need ta hammer the point home about followin his orders ta keep anything like this from repeatin. I'm just hopin I can help make it milder." Of course at this point he's probably getting used to only being half listened to.

Swivel has posed:
     "'Ot Rod kin take care of 'imself..." Yeah. It's clear she isn't listening. However, she glances over at Hyperdrive, suddenly aware just how distant she'd been. "Er... well... I mean... I 'ope 'e is alroight. I..." Swivel sighs. "Sorry." Swivel released Hyperdrive, taking her arm back. She glances down at her hands, gleaming with oily residue. She gets out a rag and begins to wipe off what she can.

    "My mind seems stuck in the past. I was thinkin' 'bout someone. I don't even remember 'is name. Actually, I'm not even sure 'e ever told it ta me. I've never really talked about this before." Swivel puts her hands in her lap, fiddling with dirty rag in her hands. "I met this mech stumbling around in Dead End. A dangerous place ta stumble. Empties were always looking for easy prey. I quickly 'elped 'im to a small place to rest, away from pryin' optics." Swivel leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her thighs, staring at the floor. "'E was dying. We were strangers, but I sat and listened to 'im and 'eld 'is 'and. 'E admited to taking advantage of so many people, involved in scams and such. 'Is partner shot 'im in the chest and left 'im for dead. Though 'e patched the wound, 'e just wasn't recovering. Something about spark flow being disrupted. When 'e still 'ad some strength, 'e brought my hand to where the pain was the worst, and told me 'ow I could at least relieve some of the pain. Eventually... 'e went dark. But 'is face wasn't frozen in agony. So I figure, I musta done some good." Swivel shakes her head. "This started a trend. Soon it was really only the dyin' folk I spent any meaningful toim with."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, listening and absorbing the story. "When me and my friends and the others were bein crushed by the building....all I could do was keep chatterin...Keep up their hopes, tryin ta get them ta hold on just a little longer. It was really hard when we heard the cons leaving and the silence. The silence that was broken by the autobots but they didn't stop, they went on by us and it was silent again. And it was so hard. The whines of pain and tryin ta convince everyone to keep holdin up their bit of wall that was pressin down. But I just kept it up, tellin jokes and stories even when I was told to save my strength or flat out shut up. Then the bots came back after pushin the cons away and they pulled the buildin off of us. There were others on other floors that didn't have that bit of hope. ButI couldn't think of them. You at least let that mech die with some dignity....You gave him a chance to once again be part of someone's life...even if it was a brief moment. I'd think that despair is probably the worst thing with helplessness and such. I can try and give hope as long as I can. But in your mech's case....I'da been a bit at a loss because there wouldn't be hope. But at least there was compassion. And if yer gonna go...ya go in the hope that someone somewhere might remember you. And that in the end we rejoin with the others that have gone and at least aren't alone."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel listens. Actually listens this time, more or less maintaining optic contact with Hyperdrive, only breaking it once in a while to stare at the floor or glance down at her knees. "Dignity..." Swivel echoes the word quietly when it is said, but then continues to quietly listen to the rest of Hyperdrive's words. "Keepin' folks 'opeful is important. I think... not just 'ope ta live, but 'ope that the suffering will end." Swivel leans against the arm of the couch, a weary sigh escaping her.

    "I 'ave been making a mess of things lately. It was easy to bond with these folk because I already knew they were on the way out. There weren't really a lotta.... consequences. There was no need ta lie, to be guarded, to even worry about trust because they were already dying, yanno? Wot could I possibly do to them that wun already done?" Swivel lets out a soft huff, her optic ridges set low and knitted, and yet an odd half smile ruefully pulls itself across her face. "It's easier ter die for a cause, or fer a person, than to live for one - that's where 'ope comes in." Swivel holds up her hand, staring at it critically. "I could more easily deal with someone I love dying than to lose them in some other way." Swivel glances over at Hyperdrive. "Yer a good friend. I dun 'ave to struggle and sacrifoice to keep you by my soid... and 'ere I was, barely listenin' to you. That's gratitude fer ya."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive chuckles softly and nods. "I'm used ta it. At least I know that most of the time you are listenin and even if ya aren't, yer there fer me when i need ya. so that's the important part ta me. I'm sorry ya had such a bad tuime of things. I know you are my best friend. And in the end that's all thats gonna matter to me."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel is still for a moment as another thoughtful silence comes over her. Best friend. That's a phrase that has actually been an obstacle in some of her relationships. Because she picked apart the semantics. "Well... I'm glad you think of me as your best friend... though please dun take it the wrong way, but I'm 'ard pressed to call anyone I've known fer such a short toim my best friend." And there she goes again. She just doesn't learn. "Actually I've been thinkin' per'aps too 'eavily on the phrase. Best. Means top. Most. And only one thing can be at the top... roight? Seems rather 'orrible ta rank friends. I don't see 'em as a hierarchy. I think i prefer 'close friend'. Kin 'ave several of those."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shrugs, "Unless I hold out hope that Tapout is alive and still even wants to be friends with someone who abandoned him....I don't really have any other friends. yeah I consider you my best friend. And I guess you can argue that I'm not and that I'm too young but yer all I really have right now. And I'd rather cling desperately to you being my best friend than wander around here lost that I really have no one left."

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel listens, wincing a little with the mention of Tap-Out. She'd not done much lately to look into that. Psychosonorum, and now the possibility of the Institute had taken up most of her attention. "...I guess it doesn't matter wot you call it, really..." Swivel murmurs. She reaches over, patting the top of Hyperdrive's helmet. "We're there for each other. That's wot matters."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at the pat. "Besides...best friends is only until I figure a way ta legitimately adopt ya as a sibling unit....But we're good at best friends until then." The grin is definately on the side of mischief.

Swivel has posed:
    Seeing Hyperdrive's mischievous grin, she ceases patting, but then just pushes down on Hyperdrive's helmet playfully. She then lets go, getting to her feet. "Well... I think I kin finally drag myself to my room. I'm not sure the last toim I actually recharged..."