Motel Hospital

Have you lost your way? Have you been hurt? Let me help you. Let me heal you. [OC for the MMX universe. Not accepting M!a's at this time. Will RP with just about anyone. Tags: #cyberneticmedic #out of supplies (ooc) ]

[hsfancharmemes]

What do you want to tell me? Put a symbol in my ask box:

❊ I want to roleplay with you

✸ I want to plot with you

✤ I want to ship with you

✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great

❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s)

✷ I wish our characters was friends

✢ I like your characters

✱ I don’t like your characters

✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)

✫ I don’t like the way you express your muse(s)

☬ I feel like your characters are underdeveloped

❂ I don’t agree on all your headcanons

✡ I agree on all your headcanons

❋ Your blog is one of my favs

✦ I like seeing you on my dash 

✵ I don’t follow you for roleplay

✧ I wish you would notice me

✩ You intimidate me

✪ You seem like a cool person

✺ You’re hard to approach

✻ I wish you weren’t so shy

❄ I look up to you

❆ I love your art

❇ I love the way you write 

* I want to learn to know you

# I’m too shy to approach to you

☓ We should talk!

♥ *Your choice what to write*

[minustwoseventythree-c-blog]

( Since APPARENTLY some people *ahem* sent me symbols for this when I hadn’t even reblogged it in the first place, I guess I’ll just stick this here. )

[mercurialtenacity-blog]

((I promise I am alive and so are Trig, Xenon, Sai, and even Ghost. Started a new job a few weeks ago and it has consumed my entire being with exhaustion. I forgot how much it can take outta me to get adjusted to a new occupation…

Anyway, hopefully soon things will eke their way into more activity. I apologize for my sudden absence. Please let me know if I owe anyone a response to anything. I’m so out of the loop right now!))

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

I've been far too busy of late..

"I hope you will all forgive me. I've had a few rather pressing... Projects that required my undivided attention. Not all of them are complete, but they are far enough along that I may once again resume activities upon this blog. Please feel free to send questions, prompts, or the injured my way. The clinic is open once again."

[thezerosolution-blog]

A visit to the Doctor

[thezerosolution-blog]

Being told to hush brought a faintly irritated look to Zero’s face, and the newbuild scrunched up his nose in distaste at being told to be still. Quiet and still? But that was boring - unless he was waiting for a target. That was more more understandable; you had to be still to catch prey, so.

So maybe she needed him to be still so she could catch the things wrong with him! Okay, he could work with that. Zero settled into stillness, watching Trig work with only his hair twitching on occasion.

At her question, he nodded - then even his hair seemed to sag into an utter lack of motion. He could have been offline for as unresponsive as he appeared, save for the fact that his optics were still bright and alert.

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"Good," she confirmed, plugging her tail into the nearby terminal and plugging the terminal into Zero's port. She'd learned the last time she linked to a Zero without an in-between that it could be a dangerous thing indeed.

Once everything was plugged in, she reached across the wired connection to query his systems for access. "I need you to accept my permission request, okay, Zero?" Trig asked, looking over at  him from where she'd sat down in a nearby chair. "As soon as you do, I'm going to seek the corruption out. It might feel a little strange, having someone poking around inside your system, but I promise I won't touch anything that isn't corrupted, okay?"

[thezerosolution-blog]

A visit to the Doctor

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

He wouldn’t be waiting long. Trig was at the door within only a few moments, having both anticipated and been alerted to his arrival. 

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[thezerosolution-blog]

Zero’s first reaction to being called a child was to pout. “No,” he said, frowning. “I’m a whole… two… three… three months active, now!” Which was, to him, very, very grown-up indeed. But he grew distracted quickly, far more interested in the surroundings of the rooms he was being led into than in arguing about his age.

He crept over to the beds on all fours, then hopped up onto one and made himself comfortable, kicking his legs absently. “What’s tea?” He asked, tilting his head curiously. “And what’s that?” This time he gestured to the monitors. “And that?” To the terminal, this time. “Is that a kitchen? Does it have a toaster? I caught a toaster on fire trying to toast bacon!”

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"Shh." It was all she said at first, holding up one finger to her lips. "Answers later. Scans now. Be still." Her tone was curt, not to be argued with, and as she spoke she pressed the same finger to his lips.  At the touch, she ran a very basic external scan across his system to seek out the data and charge ports most androids and reploids were equipped with. Upon seeing that the one she needed was, thankfully, in the standard location, she plucked the cable from the end of her tail and held it up. "I'm going to plug myself in to my terminal, and I'm going to plug my terminal in to you, okay, Zero? I need you to be still for this. I need you to cooperate so I can do what you asked of me. Do you understand?"

[thezerosolution-blog]

A visit to the Doctor

Zero was pretty used to multiversal travel by now - except that no, he really wasn’t, because it amazed him anew each and every time he ended up somewhere different. Mostly, he went to his friend X’s world, because it was safe and very very very far away from his own universe and the accompanying dictator.

This time, however, he was going somewhere entirely new, and as he stumbled out of the rift coordinates - quite literally, and he dropped to all fours to be able to both catch himself and move more effectively - he stared around in wide-eyed wonder. This was - ohhh, somewhere new! Somewhere very new!

The kittenish newbuild shifted to a crouch and took in his surroundings for a time, sniffing idly at the air and listening to the different sounds. He almost - almost - got distracted by something outside that was making a very intriguing buzzing sound - was it a bug? a machine to chase? - but managed to hold himself back and focus on what he was here for. This was no small achievement for the highly-distractable newbuild, and he was understandably proud of himself as he  waited for the Doctor to appear.

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

The only part of the room left untouched by medical equipment was the kitchen and the dinette; reminiscent of the old human 'Retro' style in which the motel itself had been built.

"Have a seat on one of the beds. We'll get you hooked up and get the scan underway, hm? Ah... And do you like tea?"

[thezerosolution-blog]

"Child, what do you mean by saying you are 'broken?'"

"Data corruption. I try but lots of things don’t stick… and human-like stuff is hard sometimes. But catching birds is fun!"

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"Data corruption. Interesting. Would you be willing to submit yourself for examination? I give you my word that I am no enemy."

[thezerosolution-blog]

"Could you fix it?"

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"I can’t make any promises until after I have made an analysis. Are you familiar with traveling between worlds? Embedded in this message are the coordinates for my office. Come to see me. If I am able to repair you, then I will do so."

[thezerosolution-blog]

"Mm! I visit X a lot and he lives in a different world from mine. Mine’s…. X is mean back home, I’m s’posed to stop him, my Dad said so before he put me to sleep. But I can’t do that unless I get better first!”

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"Of course. I’m going to cut the transmission now, but come find me when you are ready. I will be at my office for quite some time."

[thezerosolution-blog]

"Child, what do you mean by saying you are 'broken?'"

"Data corruption. I try but lots of things don’t stick… and human-like stuff is hard sometimes. But catching birds is fun!"

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"Data corruption. Interesting. Would you be willing to submit yourself for examination? I give you my word that I am no enemy."

[thezerosolution-blog]

"Could you fix it?"

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"I can't make any promises until after I have made an analysis. Are you familiar with traveling between worlds? Embedded in this message are the coordinates for my office. Come to see me. If I am able to repair you, then I will do so."

[thezerosolution-blog]

"Child, what do you mean by saying you are 'broken?'"

"Data corruption. I try but lots of things don’t stick… and human-like stuff is hard sometimes. But catching birds is fun!"

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"Data corruption. Interesting. Would you be willing to submit yourself for examination? I give you my word that I am no enemy."

[hunt-unseen-deactivated20180727]

Reblog if you RP on SKYPE.

[xinfinitus-archive]

"That was trying.. Forgive my absence. Is your friend still injured? I recall you had mentioned prospective medics to repair him. If he is still in need, I am back at my office now."

"Yeah, he’s st-still hurting… we’d be really grateful for any help."

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

"Just send him my way. All that I am doing currently is paperwork."

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

fml I did it

[[my X finally got a blog I hope he's happy.

Xen don't be a jerk okay.

http://mercurialtenacity.tumblr.com/

go say hi but he's a busy buttface and probably won't talk much rn

also warning he's a sassmaster]]

[x-ponential]

((Why are these non-RP blogs following me? Guys I’m not gonna reblog anything relevant to your interests, it’s 95% RP and 5% me derping.))

[thetelekineticengineerhasmoved-]

Scavenger's crossroads

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[thetelekineticengineerhasmoved-]

"Of course it is, you’re on private property. My private property.” She groaned, not wanting to deal with this. It was too early to want to bother, it was too early to want to care. But, it was a security threat for someone with unknown clearance to have gotten this far inside. How would they have done it with out setting off sensors? They would have either had to have just appeared inside (unlikely) or have had the ability to override her system. She didn’t like either of those options.

"What the hell," she grumbled to herself, stepping away from the railing and throwing her head back in a frustrated manner. After a moment of nonexistent deliberation, she went back and looked down again. Nose scrunching as she watched the other, noticing the inhuman pieces of her, debating what to do. She seemed harmless, though really it was never good to base judgments that quickly. But that fact she openly exposed herself showed that she had no ill intentions, from what Naomi could tell.

"And how did you get in here?" She supposed she would have to come down, but she had yet to know what to do with her breakfast.

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

And, well, ever one to take an opportunity to explore and scavenge spare parts, she had indulged the curiosity of what scraps might be lying around; thus here they were.

"I walked in. Are you familiar with the multiverse collapse effect, I wonder? If not, you're soon to be. I'm from another world, for lack of a better description, and I came in through a rift in dimensions," Trig answered rather simply, as if she were describing an article in a news tablet.

[grumblygardensarchive]

Go clothes shopping for my character.

I’m certain you’ve been screaming to put them in SOME kind of outfit so drop it in the submit box!

[the-only-ultimate-programmer]

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

Promotions

[[while trig is currently unavailable i'm going to take advantage of her load of followers to PROMO SOME BAD ASS MOTHERFUCKERS

GO RP WITH THESE PEOPLE

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doooo eeeeettttt]]

[thetelekineticengineerhasmoved-]

Scavenger's crossroads

cyberneticmedic

It was a quiet morning. Every noise seemed to echo as a result. She was still in her bike gear, boots squeaking on the floors as she walk down the hall. Her helmet was hooked to her bag, the black and blue surface shining under the lights. The paint on the helmet was an uncommon color for most. It was a solid finish, where most had a mica sheen to them. She was not one for glitter, and had special ordered the helmet to be void of it.

To her right the railing looked over the testing facility. From the looks of it, a pile of scraps from past projects were pushed to one side of the room. She snorted at the pile, the company rule was that nothing was throw away. The researchers were always destroying things in the test lab, and when one thing fell apart it was typical of them to push it aside to try something new. She found that most of the people that she had worked with were wasteful. It made sense. They looked to the future for new and better things. They weren’t salvagers, unlike herself, who had spent her childhood turning old electronics into something neat and useful. For her, nothing was left behind.  She made sure of it, and all scraps and non-functioning equipment was cataloged and saved. Every once in a while she caught them digging back through, a new idea having struck them, looking for that thing they had previously given up on. There were no lost causes.

Half way across she heard something clatter to the floor below, and she stopped in her tracks. Next to the pile below, she noticed a curved sheet of metal rocking back and forth. While it wasn’t unheard of for things to fall at random, it was unnerving. Slowly, she looked over the railing and analyzed everything below. Everything was semi neat, and there was no one in sight. As she looked at the pile closely, she noticed it looked sifted through. It was as if they had set it aside, only to go through it again. Not willing to let it go, she leaned over the railing.

"Who’s there!?" She yelled, looking closely for any signs of someone in the large room.

[cyberneticmedic-blog]

Trig had paused in hearing footsteps squeaking along the catwalk above, ducking for a moment and peering around the pile of scraps she had been digging through. A human, her scans told her. Evidently unarmed. She wasn't in physical danger.

As the other called out, she stepped into the light, tail flicking at her ankles. Her palms were raised to show that she was unarmed, the red and white jacket on her shoulders bearing the universal symbols of a medic in the shape of tell-tale crosses.

"I mean no harm. Is this your facility?" she called back, information feeding across the holographic yellow visor before her eyes. Analysis of the other woman's features, expressions; searching for the subtle signs that would warn the medic of potential threats and advise her of how to adjust her own countenance and words so as to keep the situation under control.