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2016-02-21 Distractions

From Transformers: Lost and Found

Distractions
Date 2016/02/21
Location Lost Light - Recreation -- Library
Participants Brainstorm, First Aid, Punch
Summary People get distracted by talking about distractions

Meant as a place for quiet study and public record, this storeroom is a repository of information. Whole collections of datapads fill shelves along all of the walls and the multiple diving partitions, giving the space a very 'full' feeling. While many of these pads contain a copy of Cybertronian knowledge and study, many still are empty, meant to be filled with what is discovered from the continuing exploits of the Lost Light. Both a library and record hall, this room shares what is known and means to add to it with what is found.

Inside the entrance is the main desk, unmanned, but the terminal there serves as a nexus to track what datapads have been checked out and by whom. From this entry, there are stairs down and up as there are two levels to this library, one thematically purple and the other predominantly red. The central connecting space is open, allowing for those below to view who might be above and vice versa.


The library is sparsely populated, maybe about four bots milling around between the tall isles, and First Aid near the center at one of the large tables with various datapads strewn around him. He's not reading - he's very clearly writing, bent over his work. There's a dry spark casing to his right, balanced on one of the books.

A short while ago there was the faint but distinct hum of the jump drives starting up, as if the ship was preparing to depart - but it abruptly ceased.

Punch walks into the Library. Then he walks out again. This process repeats a few times until Punch finally decides to remain within the room. He aimlessly wanders the various shelves, not really paying attention to anyone or anything in particular. Eventually he grabs a pad at random, discards it, then picks up another. After several pick up and put downs Punch settles on a pad and finds a place to sit. Occasionally shifting position he puts the pad down after a few failed attempts to read it and just sits.

First Aid doesn't look up for a while, letting Punch just go through his strange motions before speaking up, "You seem to be at war with yourself." Punch is the nearest, so it should be clear it's directed at him. "Were you ordered here?" Sometimes the library is punishment.

That whole mess with the Ammonites has left Brainstorm with an idea. Or part of one at least. It reminded him of something he'd once read somewhere, but what and where exactly escapes him. Well, no, not completely. He remember what the pad was about, and what part of the library he got it from. He just needs to find it again

So to the library he goes. He doesn't quite make it to his target, however, pausing when he spots First Aid, and his setup. Steping up behind the medic, he peers over his shoulder "What's with the spare parts?"

Punch looks up to First Aid, "Hmm? Oh. No, not at all. Just a little restless really. I was working on something and needed to take a break after it took an unexpected turn. I've just not disengaged from what I was doing yet. A little time and I'll be all focussed again." Punch looks down at the table in the hope it's mundane surface will dull his thoughts for a moment. He shakes his head and sighs. Sometimes he's the one who does not need to know.

First Aid promptly picks up the generic spark casing and tosses it up to Brainstorm. Possibly out of fun, because particular mechs get squicked about it. "Working on one of my books. Sparks are my specialty. Well, spark revival." He peers down the table at Punch, finally looking at him fully. "Bring your chair over, maybe some company will do you good - ?"

Brainstorm catches the spark casing, but rather than droping it in diguist he holds it up spinning it in his hand to look it over "Spark revival?" his tone is inquisitive, but not confused. He doesn't wait for First Aid's answer before looking up towards the ex-spy he'd been talking to "Hey Punch"

Punch raises his gaze from the table again and says, "You're right. I could. Thanks" As he stands to move over to where First Aid is sitting he's greeted by Brainstorm. Punch replies, "Hi Brainstorm, any further forwards with those things that have been running about the ship?" Punch struck out calling his old friend trying to find out more. As Punch moves he keeps focussed on the ships genius eager to hear any news.

"I'm still refining it. I need to follow up with Fort Max. We were able to revive him after he'd been in a coma at Delphi." First Aid glances over his shoulder to watch Brainstorm spin the casing. It's a simple variant, various capped cords coming out of it. Vacant, naturally. "And speaking of ships, what was up with that weird humming?" He adds on to Punch's questions, looking expectantly.

"Turned out to be Ammonites posing as computers from Blast Off's shuttle, and Turbine" Brainstorm sets the spark casing back on First Aid's table "They were trying to hijack the ship so that they could go back to their home planet or something. We caught them in the engine room."

As Punch sits by First Aid he says brightly to Brainstorm, "Great to hear. Is that the last of them all rounded up then?" Another day... another situation. Reassuringly familiar. That helps. If he hadn't felt so disconnected he wouldn't have... Punch shakes his head a little to try and change tack from his the line of his recent thoughts. Changing the topic might help. Punch asks First Aid, "So is this book strictly on revival proceedures for sparks or is it something else entirely?" Punch asks curiously. Keep talking. Keep thinking... just not about his recent exercises.

"Ammonites..." First Aid's visor flickers. "I'm often struck by how many stowaways we seem to drum up here." He's mildly surprised by Punch's interest in his little study, but far be it from him to question a curious mind. "It's less of a how-to, more of a series of... musings. Things I've noticed. I've been researching branched sparks and split, like Sideswipe's and Sunstreaker's. It's wild stuff." Pause. "How're /you/ feeling, Punch?" It's blunt, out of place question, obviously.

"So their leader told us" Brainstorm nods, leaning further over First Aid's shoulder to get a look at his work, even reaching down to try and scroll up a bit while the medic's distracted by Punch.

Punch nods as First Aid describes the details of his book. Then, like earlier, a sudden turn. Who knows, maybe it's just better to talk about it. Punch takes a cleansing breath. Then he smiles after remembering something. For once he's talking to someone who actually knows enough on his background so he can talk without it sounding like vague nonsense

"It'd come as no surprise to you that... after the war, my old job and and all /that entailed/ I had to... get past it all. I thought I had but it was more a case of a big step forward but still some way to go. One of the things that has helped has been little exercises I started doing again."

Punch waves his hand vaguely as he expands on that point "I learned all sorts on the regular psych visits I made, you know, to make sure the stress of my deep cover hadn't driven me nuts."

Punch almost reaches for his cigs but, in front of the medic, he decides against it. "The one I was doing was a distraction therapy. Idea is I try to do way too many things at once and keep a datapad handy. Once I'm so focussed on those other things I'm not paying attention to what I'm typing and I should get some insight to what I'm really thinking."

Punch shrugs, "I did but... it wasn't what I ever would have expected. Not bad, not serious... just something that I didn't even realise I'd thought about up to now. It caught me off guard. So I decided to take a break. Apart from that... I'm as well as I could be."

First Aid makes no attempt to hide his drafts. There's a few simple diagrams, a digital drawing here and there, scribbled images of sensory systems surrounding the casing, a blurb on the natural color of the spark's glow, and the beginnings of a section on the relationship between the brain module, the spark itself, and personalities. A personal memo in the margins reads 'ask Rung'.

As Punch explains, First Aid listens attentively. It's a bit of an habit now, to try and urge bots to go see the therapist, but he's ever-eager to learn, especially knowing Punch and his bizarre situation. "Well, from what you're saying, sounds like you've made progress of a sort. I think you're doing the right thing, taking breaks. And not smoking," he smirks.

Brainstorm pauses in his peeking at First Aid's work to look over at Punch as the ex-spy explains his situation, tilting his head as he gets to the last part "How can you not know what you're thinking?" he pauses only for a brief moment before perking up, remembering something "By the way, I haven't forgotten about your request. This whole thing with the Ammonites just distracted me a bit"

Taking the comment about smoking in the good humor it was intended, Punch chuckles and says, "I'm sure it does." Punch nods to First Aids work, "I have... an old contact that may, anonymously, be able to give you an interview. It may be relevant to your research. Just let me know." Turning to Brainstorm Punch says, "To do what I did I had to be able to confuse and lie. I was so good at it I could do it to myself. Undoing what I told myself to keep going through the war's a process. I'll get there." Punch then nods, "Of course. It's not a high priority but I greatly appreciate the time you're taking to even look it over."

First Aid is glad to let Brainstorm tackle /tha t/ question, and glances back to his notes as they speak of a matter he has no business in. "I'll gladly take you and your contact up on that offer. I can arrange for Blaster to get us a secure line, if they wish to talk to me remotely."

Brainstorm listens to Punch's explination with a slightly curious look, but he doesn't press the issue. Instead, he simply nods in response to the ex-spy's thanks "No problem"

A chirping sound can be heard coming from Punch's comm unit. "In the name of..." Punch drops his face into his hands, "I thought I'd turned that off." Punch stands and says, "Sorry, I have to take this. Much as I don't want to." As he heads towards the door Punch answers the call and says "What?! Yes. I had it all done. All fixed. Yeah? I'll get a hard copy of the scans that prove it and..." The rest is lost as Punch moves out of range of being heard.

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