| A Sentimental Goodbye | |
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| Date of Scene: | 11 June 2021 |
| Location: | Repair Bay |
| Synopsis: | Swivel doesn't give up easy and is determined to part with Blurr on good terms. |
| Cast of Characters: | Blurr, Swivel |
- Swivel has posed:
It took some wandering and asking around, but eventually, Swivel was able to learn that Blurr was in the repair bay. And thus, with some hesitation, Swivel arrives there. She waits just outside of the bay doors, looking at the box of personal items she'd been toting around with her on this errand. She sighs, looking around for some unassuming corner to place her burden. But after a moment, decide to hang on to it for the time being and heads in, looking around for Blurr.
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr isn't anywhere to be seen just yet, although there are plenty of other injured soldiers in the process of recovering or waiting for repairs or other treatment. One of the techs approaches her. "You lookin' for someone, ma'am?" he asks.
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel nods her head and looks up at the tech, holding her box closely to her chest. "I'm looking for Blurr."
- Blurr has posed:
"Blurr? Oh, uhhh hm, let me check here.." The tech brings out a datapad and starts scrolling through it. "Yes, yes it looks like he is here." He frowns, though. "Not exactly sure how -conversational- he'll be though--he just got out of CR but I dunno looks like he got exposed to some kind of weird otherwordly radioactive substance recently and not exactly sure what it is."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel can not stop herself from arching an optic ridge at the mention of exposure to an unknown substance. She clears her vents and glances about uncertainly. "Then I'll come ba..." she begins to mutter. But as she looks down at her box, she's not sure there will be other opportunities if she fails to take this one. Bearing herself up she looks up. "If he's clear for visitors I would like to see him."
- Blurr has posed:
"Hmm...uh..." The tech checks the pad again. "Well I think he is clear for visitors, but it might be best to come back another t--" he glances at the box she's carrying, and gets the hint. "Ah. Never mind."
"In that case you'll head down that hall in the back and hang a left into the recovery room right across from CR."
- Swivel has posed:
With a simple nod, Swivel thanks the technician and follows his directions. When she arrives at the room indicated, she shifts her box to one arm, balancing it on her hip as she knocks before opening the door. "Blurr....?" She peers in to see if he is conscious.
- Blurr has posed:
The CR recovery has several circuit slabs in it as well as other more advanced machinery for those who are struggling a bit more--and right now Blurr is one of those. But actually he's currently the only one in here.
Instead of lying down though, he is propped up and clamped to some kind of support structure surrounded by several holopanels with technical readouts. There are several sets of tubes running from some kind of device that is anchored to the ceiling into his spine.
Needless to say, despite the mention of CR techniques, he looks terrible.
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel grips her box tight at the scene, almost turning to leave. He wouldn't want her to see him like this, would he? But Swivel isn't a mind reader. Half turned and slightly hunched, SWivel hisitates, and then changes her mind, stepping in all of the way. Setting her box down and the ground and scooting it into a corern where no one will trip over to it, Swivel walks over to the slab Blurr is strapped to, peering up at him. "Blurr. It's Swivel." She waits for any sign of a response before continuing.
- Blurr has posed:
As Swivel approaches, Blurr's head is basically hanging limply against his chest, and it's not clear if he's even conscious. But when she addresses him, he stirs slightly and manages to lift his head to look at her. "Y-you'releavingaren'tyou..." he mumbles, his words barely audible.
- Swivel has posed:
Swievl nods her head, peering up at him, placing her hands behind her back. "I am. I wanted to say goodbye."
- Blurr has posed:
"..." There's a pause, as Blurr just stares at her sadly. He has this...defeated expression on his face. He looks away purposefully, turning his head as far as he can toward a random monitor off to the side since that's all the movement he can manage right now. "You shouldn't have bothered. I hate goodbyes, and you hate being around me."
"Just go."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel brings her hands from around her back to rest at her front, one hand placed neatly on top of the other. "I am bothering. And I am going to say a proper goodbye. You deserve more than me to wordlessly slink off into obscurity without a single glance backwards." Swivel gives a small shake of her head. "Besides, I didn't say that I hated being around you. I said that it was hard for me to relax around you. You keep me on my peds. We often use words that the other has a whole other meaning for. But... I didn't come here to argue. I came here to say goodbye, and also to let you know that I do appreciate the things you have done for me."
- Blurr has posed:
"Whatever." Blurr mutters, still not looking at her. "Fine, if it makes you feel better, it's not like I can refuse." Then he scoffs slightly. "What have I done for you except whatever was my slagging job? Other than frustrate you, agitate you, or otherwise cause you some kind of stress?" he exvents audibly, letting his head sag again. "It would have been better if you'd just done your best to forget about me."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel crosses her arms and studies Blurr for a moment or two. "You've tried to keep me out of trouble. Not just watching my back on the battlefield. While I didn't always listen to your advice, I can still appreciate they came from a place of genuine concern."
Swivel's optics dim and she glances to the side. THere were things she only suspected Blurr had done on her behalf, but could never confirm. And speculation is a dangerous game. Swivel looks up again. "Relationships, even the good ones, come with some discomfort. They come with misunderstandings, accidents, bumps and hitches. They come with moments of insecurity, flared tempers, and spark ache. But those experiences can help us learn so much about each other and ourselves. Forgetting you wouldn't be better for me. The good, and the bad, are all important to me. You are important to me. Frustrating, but important."
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr still refuses to look at her, although he is listening what she has to say. Well, what choice does he have anyway? Not like he can just run away at the moment. But even after that encouraging little speech of sorts, he actually doesn't say a word, the hum of the support machinery instead filling the silence.
And it goes on, and on. Usually he eventually says -something-, but this time he doesn't. He just hangs there, staring at nothing.
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel takes the silence as a good sign. But would it be best to leave a tender moment alone, or take the time to say more of what has been on her mind and in her spark. She glances over at her box and then back at Blurr. She lets the silence linger longer and then looks to him. She puts her hand out, then pauses. "Would it be alright if I held your hand?"
- Blurr has posed:
At that question, Blurr finally does look at her, arching a brow. "Not like I can stop you." he remarks, although he doesn't seem opposed to the idea.
- Swivel has posed:
"Oh, but Blurr, you can. That's the point of my asking." Swivel drops her hand. "I know maybe I was taking advantage of you being unable to leave, or make me leave, to say my piece. But I do wish to treat you with respect, hence my asking."
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr sighs, his tone somewhat impatient. "Fine, just say whatever you wanted to say, all right? I've always at least heard you out, even if I didn't always take your advice. Now is no different."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel's optics flicker at Blurr's response. She draws away a little and does not reach for his hand. "I just..." Swivel sighs. "Well. I am going to be working for a while until I have enough to leave Cybertron. There are things I need to sort out. But it may not be forever and I do hope we meet again, and can put all the tribulation behind us and perhaps be friends again."
- Blurr has posed:
"Perhaps, huh? Well, maybe you should be asking yourself that question, Swivel. I've always wanted to be there for you, to be a friend to you. But you seem to be the one who doesn't want that." Blurr replies. "I mean, slag, I gave you innermost energon or whatever, if that isn't enough to show that then I don't know what is."
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel looks to Blurr for a moment. "Mmmm. I know you want to be friends. I just... um... sometimes over think things I suppose. I thought, maybe, if I said, I'd like us to part as friends, you'd be all "Hrrumph what does it matter you are going to leave me anyway". So I thought if I said I'd be back to be your friend it'd be something to look forward to. But if you want to be friends now, we can be. It won't change my plans though."
- Blurr has posed:
"So's that it?" Blurr murmurs. It was true, it didn't matter. It's not like he was going to be able to convince her to come back or anything. He looks away again, still not appearing to be in any better spirits. Well, maybe it was just because he isn't exactly feeling well. It wasn't good timing, but nothing anyone could do anything about.
- Swivel has posed:
"That's it." Swivel nods her head. Swivel walks over to where she had put her box down and looks through it. "I imagine it is pretty dull here, and I don't have to be out of here until later tonight. If you want I can sit and read to you to pass the time. If you ask me one more time to just go, I will go."
- Blurr has posed:
"It doesn't matter to me...it won't -change- anything." Blurr answers, voice barely above a whisper. "But if it makes you happy or gives you some kind of sense of satisfaction or whatever the reason was for it coming to mind, then please, go ahead. Or if you want to hold me or something, sure."
That's when she'd get the feeling he -did- really want desperately to be close to her, but maybe his pride is getting in the way, or he's just being obstinate because he upset at her for leaving or still blaming himself for her leaving. Or maybe a combination of all of the above.
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel cants her head to the side and listens and watches. She's known enough proud mechs. And while she often would try to push them a little to see if she can't shake a some fruit out of the pride tree, there was a point to smile, nod, and let them save face. "It would give me satisfaction, yes," Swivel says in a gentle tone. She takes a moment and picks out a book and then drags a chair over to where Blurr is propped up. "I'll skip the first chapter and get straight to the action." Swivel reaches over and just lightly pats his arm, and then begins to read a high-action thriller of sorts. She reads as quickly as she can while still enunciating. The petite femme is content to spend time doing something with the racer. However, she knows her time is limited, for she is no longer an Autobot but a mere guest.
- Blurr has posed:
Blurr accepts that, but even as she starts reading, he stops her. "A-actually, I don't need you to read something to me. Just--tell me what's on your mind. Why were you upset that one day at Mac's...you never told me. And what kind of job are you going to be looking for? You gonna go back t-to...your old job? Delivery mech--? Start v-visiting Blast Off more..."
He obviously has more questions, but hadn't the strength to say them. Even the relatively short conversation they've just had seems to have exhausted him.
- Swivel has posed:
Swivel lowers her book and looks at Blurr. "I was upset because... I had thought something was going to change, but I was mistaken. Disappointment isn't easy for anyone, even though we must all learn to live with it." Swievl looks back at the book, and then nods. "And I might actually see if I can get a job at Mac's. If that doesn't work out, I might see if X-el Couriers will take me since I do have experience. Worse comes to worse I'll work as a custodian. I have experience as that, too."
Swivel shrugs as she thinks of her more immediate plans. But then her optics brighten and a slow grin creeps across her face. She leans forward slightly. "But what I'm going to do immediately after I leave here? I am going to find the biggest, nastiest, fullest dumpster I can and dive right in!"
- Blurr has posed:
If Blurr had the energy to chuckle even a little bit, he would have, but as it is, he is far too weak. "...I-I'llmissyou...and if I don't make it through this war, j-just..." But he doesn't manage to finish the sentence, his voice kind of fading out as the monitor beeps an alert that his systems have gone into stasis lock.
- Swivel has posed:
The sentence needn't be finished. Swivel just nods to him, and when he falls unconscious, she just lightly pats his arm one more time. She puts her book back into the box, lifts it up with a small grunt, and quietly leaves Blurr to rest.