Echo's Office

Autobot psychiatrist with a harmless, but amazing, secret. He enjoys seeing how long it takes someone to notice. [Independent TF OC RP blog. He's more than willing to talk to anyone. :)]

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[well it was nice wishing I could do anything. I guess I'll let him go dormant again. or kill him. whatever. it's not like I got interactions outside of a trickle of pity interactons anyway.]

[psychiatristecho]

At least he's pretty sure that dying of lack of energy doesn't hurt. Everything he'd heard said it didn't. Everything he read. But he was just going to lull back into recharge after sending out another mostly-corrupted ping with his coordinates and status. 

[psychiatristecho]

The signal is weaker now, crackles lacing the edge of itand static taking some of the words. 

:: ... Autob.. Echo... need of assistance. ...port attach...:: The coordinates remain uncorrupted with each rebroadcast, though. Someone would find him sooner or later. An open-frequency distress call would do that. 

Ideally.

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Echo, baby, come back. I want to RP with you again.

[Once we get Echo back in conversational shape (ie someone find a medic? I have one lined up that will be great, but I'm not opposed to someone else helping out too for multiple interactions), I'm down for this, anon. :3]

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Someone's stiff, and there are bleats of low levels of pretty much everything as he onlines groggily. Recharge was supposed to make waking up feel better, not worse, and he can't even spare the energy to online his optics or look around. 

It isn't until he checks his chronometer that he understands why he feels so terrible - his recharge had lapsed into unprepared-for stasis and been left too long. Nothing would move until he'd had a thorough workover by a medic, at least not without causing minor damage from lack of proper alignment and lubrication. 

He's still not sure how he came to be ignored long enough to attrition like this, but that's secondary to his needs at the moment. With some power redirection from his meager stores, dwindling as they were, he manages to online his text communications suite and bash out a quick message.

::Autobot psychiatrist Echo in dire need of assistance. Limited damage report attached. Coordinates attached.:: He kept the files small, and the broadcast set to ping him upon request of the files for download rather than just throwing them into the ether.

With a raspy vent, he rests slumped at his desk, processor crawling along to attempt to comprehend his situation. With any luck, repeating the call every cycle would get a response. 

[psychiatristecho]

prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I merely meant that I don’t know your current status in this universe. No offense intended.” He wasn’t sure where to go next, honestly, but thought he could get away with asking about Jazz, since that was why he was still here in the first place.

“Where did you meet Jazz, Starscream?”

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

“Online. And then he invited me to live with him as a joke, and I accepted; and then I invited him to live with me more sincerely, and he accepted… and, within two days, he was at my base.” He half smiled at the memories, but quickly forced his stoic expression back on.

[psychiatristecho]

It was certainly a unique story, and not one he would be able to unravel easily. Still, if they'd swapped residences so easily, there was some innate level of trust, and if they were having issues, there was some disruption of that trust.

"And you're separated now?" he asks, again scribbling briefly on the pad. 

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[casually going to pass out now; ppss, you're drafted and about half finished, I just can't psych while I'm this tired, and I have expended my weekend's allotment of bullshit writing that paper sldkfjslkdfjl ;-;]

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prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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 ”It is,” he admits quietly, “nice to hear that someone respects the original intent of the faction, whether you’re in charge of the Decepticons or not. You obviously feel strongly about your allegiance, regardless of the rest of the faction’s views.” He made a few notes on his pad, but they were nothing much, simple reminders to himself for later. 

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

“Sorry, ‘whether I’m in charge’?” he asked testily. “Why is that relevant?”

He’s sore about the whole Megatron thing. And anything that even vaguely reminds him of it.

[psychiatristecho]

"I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I merely meant that I don't know your current status in this universe. No offense intended." He wasn't sure where to go next, honestly, but thought he could get away with asking about Jazz, since that was why he was still here in the first place.

"Where did you meet Jazz, Starscream?"

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prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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Echo’s optics reset as the mech made his claim. Immortal? He wasn’t sure whether he believed it or not. Still, it’s what he had, and he would use it going forward. He scribbled another brief note on the pad about it and a note to look into it later to see if he could find anything out about it. It was always possible, he supposed. Still, he couldn’t let that get the better of him. 

“Ah,” he hedges neutrally. “Still, you introduced yourself by name, faction, and post. You obviously find it important,” he explains. “A little about your choices and how you got there might explain your current situation to a degree, if you’re willing to share.” 

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

He hesitated. “True,” he said. “That’s… how I always introduce myself. Even if technically… there isn’t actually a Megatron alive who would call me his Second. But, that’s how I define myself. So…” He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t truly remember why I joined the Decepticons––it was too many timelines ago. But I know why I still call myself one: their original cause was to fight for equality. For the freedom of all Cybertronians to choose for themselves what they wanted to be, without the tyrannical laws of the council. It’s a cause that, before long, nearly all iterations of the Decepticons forget, in the interest of instead pursuing revenge and power. But it’s the one which I still hold to.”

[psychiatristecho]

 "It is," he admits quietly, "nice to hear that someone respects the original intent of the faction, whether you're in charge of the Decepticons or not. You obviously feel strongly about your allegiance, regardless of the rest of the faction's views." He made a few notes on his pad, but they were nothing much, simple reminders to himself for later. 

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prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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He paused as the mech stood, but nodded as he simply closed the door and resumed his seat. Still, a slight frown pulled at his mouth as he heard the common complaint. 

“I’m sorry that you’re convinced that you’re not going to be comfortable,” he said, not accusing him in the slightest. “But we’ll see what we can do to change that, and hopefully we’ll make some progress today.” He leaned forward slightly to stretch the doors folded neatly against his back briefly before leaning back in his chair. 

“Start wherever you think is best. How you came by your post, or your reason for choosing your faction, if you did make a choice?” Still, it would have been much more notable that the mech had looked him in the optics if he had noticed; his gaze was unchanging.

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

“I don’t think that’s entirely relevant,” he muttered, “I’ve been a Decepticon since my first timeline––ah. I should mention,” he raised his voice, “I am immortal. This isn’t a boast or a delusion of grandeur, but an objective, verifiable fact. My spark cannot be extinguished. I have survived everything from the deaths of my frames to the deaths of universes. I am more ancient than any mere mortal mind could possibly conceive.” He said all this with the calm tone of somebody who was not trying to be impressive, but of somebody rattling off scientific trivia. “I’m not here seeking to noticeably alter my own fundamental being––it would, I suspect, take more time than you have left to you to even begin to touch on everything that makes me. I’m here specifically for my current relationship. Although if you still consider it relevant, I could still touch upon the details you mentioned?”

[psychiatristecho]

Echo's optics reset as the mech made his claim. Immortal? He wasn't sure whether he believed it or not. Still, it's what he had, and he would use it going forward. He scribbled another brief note on the pad about it and a note to look into it later to see if he could find anything out about it. It was always possible, he supposed. Still, he couldn't let that get the better of him. 

"Ah," he hedges neutrally. "Still, you introduced yourself by name, faction, and post. You obviously find it important," he explains. "A little about your choices and how you got there might explain your current situation to a degree, if you're willing to share." 

[psychiatristecho]

[and with that gigglefit of excitement (you know who you are), i think I'll try to curl up and take a nap. my paper isn't going anywhere right now, and I have utnil midnight to write 1000 words.]

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[some days I love writing Echo and his particular quirk. mostly because I'm trying to see how strongly I can hint at it properly without telling a user OOC, because one day someone will figure it out on their own (and I will have the strength of will not to tell them first).]

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prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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Echo nods, keeping the surprise off his faceplates. He hadn’t expected someone quite so high in the ranks to have found him. Still, he pushed that fact aside. He was faction blind, and he wasn’t going to let it affect anything. He nodded, picking up the stylus in his right servo and making a note of it on his pad. 

“I’m not going to force you to stay,” he said. The mech was obviously uncomfortable in the setting at the moment. “You can stay and close the door if you’d like to, but you can always leave if you’re not comfortable. I’m free, but if you’re not comfortable, it won’t help you very much.”

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

He stood long enough to close the door and then sat back down and crossed all his limbs again. “Oh, I’m not going to be comfortable. But whining about it isn’t going to make me any progress, is it?” he asked. “I’m not here for my own fun, I’m here to fix a problem. It’s not supposed to be comfortable. Just productive.”

At last, he managed to raise his head completely, and look Echo straight in the optics. “Where should I start. What do you want to know?”

[psychiatristecho]

He paused as the mech stood, but nodded as he simply closed the door and resumed his seat. Still, a slight frown pulled at his mouth as he heard the common complaint. 

"I'm sorry that you're convinced that you're not going to be comfortable," he said, not accusing him in the slightest. "But we'll see what we can do to change that, and hopefully we'll make some progress today." He leaned forward slightly to stretch the doors folded neatly against his back briefly before leaning back in his chair. 

"Start wherever you think is best. How you came by your post, or your reason for choosing your faction, if you did make a choice?" Still, it would have been much more notable that the mech had looked him in the optics if he had noticed; his gaze was unchanging.

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prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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“It’s up to you whether you’d prefer to come separately first, though I will eventually want to have individual sessions with both of you in addition to your coupled sessions,” he says. After a moment, it occurs to him that he hasn’t asked the mech his designation. “May I have your designation, and that of your partner? For my records,” he explains.

He feels slightly guilty about asking in that context rather than asking the mech directly in conversation, but he hadn’t offered his designtion, and he’d been distracted by the topic at hand. He’d found that reluctant mechs could freeze up if the flow of conversation got disrupted, so he couldn’t let himself feel too bad about that. 

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

“I am Starscream, Decepticon Air Commander and Second-In-Command. Leader of the base Juxta Mare.” He could deal with cold objective facts. Names were fine. “And he’s Jazz, Autob––Decepticon Special Ops, stationed at Juxta Mare under me.”

He crossed his arms even tighter. “I suppose as long as I’m here, we could start with an individual session. If you have the time.”

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Echo nods, keeping the surprise off his faceplates. He hadn't expected someone quite so high in the ranks to have found him. Still, he pushed that fact aside. He was faction blind, and he wasn't going to let it affect anything. He nodded, picking up the stylus in his right servo and making a note of it on his pad. 

"I'm not going to force you to stay," he said. The mech was obviously uncomfortable in the setting at the moment. "You can stay and close the door if you'd like to, but you can always leave if you're not comfortable. I'm free, but if you're not comfortable, it won't help you very much."

[psychiatristecho]

prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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He noted again that the mech seemed reluctant to be talking about it, though perhaps more defensive than anything else. Still, it wasn’t conducive to an early relationship to point that out.

“I don’t subscribe to any one school of treatment, unless you consider flexibility itself to be a school. Different situations call for different actions, and I evluate on a case-by-case basis what will help most. Generally, though, I encourage patients to discuss their problems and walk them through possible solutions.”

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

In reply, he just grunted. But a moment later muttered, “Fine. That’s fine. When do you want us in. Or do you want us to come in separately at first.”

[psychiatristecho]

"It's up to you whether you'd prefer to come separately first, though I will eventually want to have individual sessions with both of you in addition to your coupled sessions," he says. After a moment, it occurs to him that he hasn't asked the mech his designation. "May I have your designation, and that of your partner? For my records," he explains.

He feels slightly guilty about asking in that context rather than asking the mech directly in conversation, but he hadn't offered his designtion, and he'd been distracted by the topic at hand. He'd found that reluctant mechs could freeze up if the flow of conversation got disrupted, so he couldn't let himself feel too bad about that. 

[psychiatristecho]

prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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Echo didn’t seem to mind as the mech finally bothered looking up at him, his gaze gently watching the mech as he taps quietly at the datapad’s edge.

“I am an Autobot by choice, though not prejudiced against the Decepticons by nature. It is entirely possible to be blind to faction,” he says, smiling a little at the words. “And I am.” 

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

“Good,” he snapped. “What’s your treatment approach? Just in general. What schools do you follow.”

[psychiatristecho]

He noted again that the mech seemed reluctant to be talking about it, though perhaps more defensive than anything else. Still, it wasn't conducive to an early relationship to point that out.

"I don't subscribe to any one school of treatment, unless you consider flexibility itself to be a school. Different situations call for different actions, and I evluate on a case-by-case basis what will help most. Generally, though, I encourage patients to discuss their problems and walk them through possible solutions."

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prettypoisonsilversnake has entered your office

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Echo nods, noting his reluctance to ask in the first place, though he doesn’t comment on his demeanor.

“I have in the past. Is there a particular time that is convenient?” He is careful not to say for you,but it is obviously implied, given Starscream’s reluctance to talk about it. “My schedule is largely free.”

[prettypoisonsilversnake]

“As is mine. Ours. I’d have to talk to him, but.” He finally glanced up at Echo, expression still dark and guarded. “Before we even begin to talk scheduling, I have a few questions. First, what’s your stance on cross-faction relationships?”

[psychiatristecho]

Echo didn't seem to mind as the mech finally bothered looking up at him, his gaze gently watching the mech as he taps quietly at the datapad's edge.

"I am an Autobot by choice, though not prejudiced against the Decepticons by nature. It is entirely possible to be blind to faction," he says, smiling a little at the words. "And I am."