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o18 ★ WHO KEEPS BEDS IN PANS ANYWAY?

... 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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... Works for me.

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

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.

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

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.

Maybe some other day.

Ahaha, my exact words, already said for me.

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

Sure. I'll see you there.

[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.]

[ 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?

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.]

[ 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?

[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.

Can I ask what happened?

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

[He offers you one of the bowls, and a spoon. And is already eating a bowl of his own, having not really eaten a full meal that day. Mainly taste tests and beet peels. Yum.]

I work in the factory, which is the worst place to be, I've soon found out. While I was working, I was already pissed off at the way things were there--so when I saw one of the bosses trying to hit someone into working again, I lost my patience and drove my fist right into that mug of his.

And then I walked out.

[He smiles, and tastes a bite.]

Probably not my crowning moment of brilliance.

[ He damn near chokes on his food- not because it's bad, but because of Hughes' little story ]

They cut off your hand?

[He laughed nervously.]

Welcome to Mayfield? Ah, or Westgrad. Who cares anymore, at this point. Just do me a big favor and try not to do anything extreme. I really don't want to see any familiar faces with limbs missing. Droned, I might be able to handle... but...

[He pauses, putting a spoon full of beets in his mouth.]

[And he makes a face of stoic pride. And a sparkle, perhaps, to the side.]

This is delicious.

You're... awfully calm about getting your hand chopped off.

Well, panicking or yelling certainly won't make it grow back! And quite frankly, I don't regret what I did at all. It shows I still have a little bit of damn humanity around here.

I'm going to do everything I humanly can to make sure we all survive! I know there will be people I can't help, and I know some of my plans may not work. But trying is what counts, no matter what. And trying will prevent me from having any regrets of who I am or what I did!

[NOM! So proudly and tough-like.]

[ Just sort of stares at his bowl for a minute. ]

... I don't mean to be rude but... can we get started? I need to get back to Sideswipe.

[He smiles. Normally, it'd be a 'lol your booooyfriend, how cute~!' thing he normally does with people, but instead it's a genuine smile.]

Let's show those bedpans who's boss.

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