Typical MorningMore Like This
The reason the alarm (also known as her cellphone) had been carefully placed across the room was so Thayle would be forced to actually get up out of bed to turn it off. It was either that or suffer the warbling upbeat tune of The Bangles so hellishly early in the morning.
Struggling to pull her brain out of its shroud of cobwebs, Thayle rolled over and yelped when something jabbed her neck. Something pointy and ... plastic.
Thrust. She groaned as the small jet stirred and burrowed closer to her neck. With a sigh, she fumbled to untangle him from her hair despite the Seeker's sleepy protests. She never knew when any of the apartment's smaller denizens would decide her pillow-space was up for grabs in the middle of the night, but Thrust in particular seemed to lay a persistent claim to it. He was not usually the sharing type, but he could be very generous about his sharp angles and pointy appendages.
Laying the snoozing Seeker back onto her pillow, Thayle fought down a
TF IDW Continuity - Regrets"Regrets"More Like This
"Hunter, I don't see the point in debating the issue. I already told you--"
"You don't get it, do you? Or is it just that you don't WANT to get it, Ratchet? You can't do anything about this because Prowl's got a tree limb up his tailpipe, so you're refusing to acknowledge how you really feel about this."
The Autobot medic rubbed the back of his helm with one hand, the holomatter image of his "human self" mimicking the motions where it stood in front of Hunter. Nearby, Verity and Jimmy sat on their borrowed beds, watching and listening while their companion put forth what was sure to be yet another futile effort to make their alien hosts understand.
"It's a waste of words at this point, Hunter," Jimmy commented before lying back on the sheets, his hands clasped behind his head. "Don't bother. They don't get it."
Verity said nothing, shifting her gaze to the floor by her feet.
"I don't k
.:Medical Observations:..:You Know You're An Autobot Medic When:.More Like This
o You believe that all fluid leaks stop... eventually.
o You find humour in other's stupidity.
o You believe that 90% of your patients are a poor excuse for a protoform.
o Discussing dismemberment over a few rounds of high grade seems perfectly normal to you.
o Your idea of a good time is a full system crash at shift change.
o You believe in aerial spraying of tranquillisers.
o You disbelieve 90% of what you are told and 75% of what you see.
o You have your time off planned for a year in advance.
o You encourage an obnoxious patient to sign a self-discharge form so you don't have to deal with them any longer.
o You believe that the commanders should require a permit from the High Council to do anything more dangerous than scratch their afts.
o You believe that unspeakable evils will befall anyone who utters the phrase "Wow, it's really quiet isn't it?"