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[medicalofficer]

[The recently scarce Autobot medic is currently holed up in his room, surrounded by tottering stacks of various oddities and collections.  At the moment, he's perusing a dusty old tome about gardening, the smaller of his two lobsters, Napalm, resting on the neon plating of his leg.  He has his sizable accumulation of soil samples arranged in front

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[The open door is an invitation. Not that... a closed one is any different. Not for this door. He doesn't bother trying to sneak up on the medic--Ironhide couldn't be stealthy if he tried.

He approaches, one hand behind his back, and looms over the study session.]

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[medicalofficer]

[Despite the noise, Ratchet doesn't look up at first. He is well accustomed to the sound of Ironhide, recognizing the gait, the noise of his footsteps - He's heard him sheepishly limp into his medbay more than once, having done something reckless.

Turning the page, he continues studying the text.]

Hello, Ironhide.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

You sound as if you expect me to bring bad news.

[He stays put, not taking his hand out from behind his back. Given the unwelcome surprise recently, he thought maybe a better surprise was in order. Plus... Phoenix said to give gifts... and this was really all King's fault.]

I have nothing bad.

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[medicalofficer]

I will admit, I had half-expected you to have attempted to tear the sirens off of Barricade's vehicle form by now.

[He finally looks up, closing the book and setting it on the pile.]

What can I do for you?

[chopshopgoddess]

[Mikaela doesn't sneak up on him either - instead, she comes up, bangs on the open door, and marches right in.]

Hey, Ratchet, I wanted--

...Ratchet what are you doing?