o18 ★ WHO KEEPS BEDS IN PANS ANYWAY?

[electrowhipit]

... So, I know there's like a million questions being flung around, what with recent events and all. I'm sorry to add one more, but...

What's a bedpan?

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[electrowhipit]

It--- oh, that's nasty. You humans and your... fluids. Gross. I'd rather take Sideswipe's job.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Oh... Sideswipes... but... Uh, that's definitely an impossible job, in comparison.

[electrowhipit]

I'd take impossible over gross any day.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Hey, look--I'll help you. I have a few hours before work. Would you be more willing with a hand from someone?

[electrowhipit]

... Seriously?

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Seriously.

What were the exact words they told you? Be specific.

[electrowhipit]

Uh. They told me I work at the hospital now, and I have to clean 400 bedpans by Wednesday?

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

All right, then this won't be too difficult--I'll take one bedpan and you take the other. And then out back we can throw dirt on them and hose them down 200 times each.

Should only take two or three hours, maybe even less.

[electrowhipit]

You really think that would work?

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

That depends--do you think you can wash 400 individual bedpans by your deadline?

[electrowhipit]

... Proooobably not. I don't even know if there are that many rooms in the hospital.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Then of course it'll work! We can get to work asap, and be done by dinnertime! How's that sound?

[electrowhipit]

... Works for me.

I'm Jolt, by the way. Who're you?

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Ah--Jolt! I'm Hughes. Aha, I actually invited you and Sideswipe to come over for dinner, once-upon-a-time! Though I think you two were busy with your own problems. You know how Mayfield is.

[electrowhipit]

It... yeah. I didn't hear anything about a dinner invitation.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

I actually figured you wouldn't, aha...


...

But I guess now would be a pretty horrific time to invite you two again, right? I'd rather we had something to eat other than beets and tap water.

[electrowhipit]

Maybe some other day.

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, my exact words, already said for me.

You ready to get to work? I can meet you at the hospital.

[electrowhipit]

Sure. I'll see you there.

[action] Because fuck it why not, pffftahaa~

[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[Hughes will meet Jolt at the hospital. And he'll have a little basket with him! What does it have in it? Why, warm beet stew! Cuz it's freaking freezing out here. But not to worry! There's, like, seasoning and all that good stuff... Yeah, he's been trying to make it taste good for hours.

And it's paid off. Sort of. It tastes as good as a beet will taste, at this point.

And as for his, uh, stump of a hand, he's stuck his forearm in his jacket pocket.]

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[electrowhipit]

[ For his own part, Jolt spent a little time wandering around, because hell if he knew what this guy looked like.

But he finally wanders out to where Hughes is, a pair of bedpans in hand. And clean though they may be, he's handling them like they might bit him at any moment. Primus, humans were gross sometimes. ]

Uh, you wouldn't happen to be Hughes, would you?

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[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

That's my name!

[And he raises an eyebrow at those bedpans.]

Ugh. Just toss those in the dirt for a while and come take a seat over here, huh?

[He sits at a picnic bench, taking his hands out of his pockets nonchalantly to take said seat. With his handless forearm sitting on his lap, he waves him over.]

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[electrowhipit]

[ He does as he's told, happy to get rid of those horrid things, and moves to sit down. ]

Sure. What've you got-

[ His eyes, however, are drawn to Hughes' hand- or lack thereof. It's not very tactful of him, but... he's never seen a human with a missing appendage before. ] --there?

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[best-papa-evar.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to keep that tucked under one of the lapels of his jacket, frowning a little.]

Don't look at it. You'll spoil your appetite.

[And he sighs a little, smiling at the absurdity of it.]

Or at least, I hope you're hungry. I made a batch of beet stew, but I overshot the quantity a bit. Want some? It's pretty damn good, if I can say that about my own food.

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[electrowhipit]

Can I ask what happened?

[ he does finally take a seat, though ] Sure. I'm not one to turn down free food.