[sticky entry] Sticky: Pumpkin Hollow App

Oct. 20th, 2023 07:02 pm
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Player


Player Name: Drake
Other Characters (if any): N/A

Character


Character Name: First Aid
Character Age: 22
Canon: Transformers (G1, aka the 80s cartoon)
Canon Point: After the end of season 3.
CRAU (if any): N/A
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History: First Aid and his fellow Protectobots were built by the Autobots sometime in 1985, and immediately put to work providing disaster relief to the human civilians caught in the crossfire of the Autobot-Decepticon war. As an ambulance, First Aid's specialities were evacuation services and emergency medical care, although as a member of a combiner team he also provided the left arm of the gargantuan robotic warrior Defensor, who was a natural strategic counter to the Decepticon combiner Bruticus and his contributing team, the Combaticons.

In 1986, the Protectobots evacuated a human city that had fallen under the attack of a ravenous Insecticon horde, and when the Combaticons later plotted to hurl the Earth into the sun (it was the 80s, just roll with it) they protected humanity while more senior Autobots took fight to Cybertron. First Aid was seen carrying human families into meat lockers and other cold locations, while his teammates put out fires (again, it was the 80s).

In 2005, Autobot Chief Medical Officer Ratchet was killed in the opening salvos of the Battle of Autobot City, and First Aid became the Autobots' ranking physician. He and the rest of his team began to travel extensively off-world, first to Cybertron in order to attend their homeworld's first peace conference (although they also found time to throw a surprise party for their human friend Daniel!) and then to other worlds. On Cybertron First Aid treated the injured Autobot general Ultra Magnus, until Magnus ordered to him to focus on the diplomatic shuttle instead. The Protectobots also participated in battles on the planet Eurythma, helping foil the Decepticons in their attempt to kidnap the psychic alien songstress Allegra, and the Planet of Junk, where First Aid patched up the injured combiner Superion.

However, Earth always remained their true homeworld. First Aid was deeply troubled when the Dutch government asked the Autobots for assistance putting down French rebels (the 80s...) and his emotional turmoil eventually lead to him quitting the Autobots altogether when he later failed to stop the Combaticon Swindle's attempt to steal the cityformer Metroplex's transformation cog. First Aid only came out of his self-imposed exile when the t-cog was recovered, and his team leader Hot Spot reminded him that he alone had the expertise needed to reinstall it. Although Metroplex had already come under attack by the Decepticon cityformer Trypticon, First Aid bravely entered Metroplex's body despite the danger and reinstalled the t-cog, leading the Autobots to victory over their enemies.

When human scientist Jessica Morgan was injured while trying to help the Autobots recover the body of Optimus Prime, First Aid personally escorted her to a human hospital, and later attempted to treat her paralysis by fitting her with a robotic exoskeleton, only to be chased from the room by Jessica's robot-hating father. Mark Morgan later unleashed the Hate Plague on both the Autobots and the Decepticons, and even First Aid was driven into a frenzy of violence by its effects -- but First Aid's previous care for Jessica allowed her to continue her contributions to the effort to recover and then resurrect Optimus Prime, who was able to use the Matrix of Leadership to destroy the Hate Plague for good and cure all of its victims.

Personality: First Aid is a gentle and compassionate healer, who works hard to protect humanity and keep his fellow Autobots in top fighting shape without any regard for his own safety. Whether it's braving a horde of robotic cannibals to evacuate a human city, entering a jammed cityformer to do repairs in the middle of a pitched battle, or carrying an injured teammate through laser fire, his patients are always First Aid's top priority.

However, his first-hand knowledge of battlefield injuries has also given him a deep distaste for warfare and fighting of all kinds, and by 2005 he had deliberately chosen to embrace pacifistic beliefs. These convictions arguably held him back when he caught Swindle red-handed in his attempt to steal Metroplex's t-cog ("Then you'll die for your beliefs!" the Decepticon mocked him, before attempting to shoot him dead) and triggered a crisis of confidence in his place in the Autobots. First Aid became convinced that he was a burden to his faction and exiled himself to a junkyard, where he helped its robotic custodian NUL-A repair some refrigerators. First Aid was only brought out of his runk by Hot Spot's arrival and the announcement that the Autobots needed him desperately -- not as a warrior, but as a healer.

Later on he made no attempts to argue with the viciously robophobic Mark Morgan, even after the furious human accused First Aid and the other Protectobots of attempting to turn Jessica into another robot like themselves. First Aid hoped that in time his and the Autobots' actions would change Morgan's mind -- and indeed, when the Matrix unleashed its accumulated wisdom to destroy the Hate Plague, it also cured the hatred in Mark Morgan's heart. He and Jessica were reconciled, and he offered heart-felt apologies to Optimus Prime.

Initial Game Plan: As a medical professional, First Aid is both adaptable and deeply concerned by the state of things in Pumpkin Hollow. The mayor referred him to Dr. Winterbottom and her staff (and he's already met Chris Freeman on the TDM), and he's very eager to join her team and begin helping however he can. Once his altmode's been sorted out, he can help evacuate people from dangerous areas (if he'd been around during the fires last month, for instance, he'd have ferried children and the injured away from the affected areas and set up a triage zone, freeing up more space for the firefighters to do their work), and his smaller size means he's even more capable of treating human injuries than he was before. At the same time he will hopefully also be making some new friends, to give him an even greater stake in the community; personally this is always my favorite part of roleplaying games, and I'm excited to see how people respond to him.

RP Interests: Friendship with a potential for romance and/or a side of drama over First Aid's pacifism. Exploration and light fact-finding. I'm no good at puzzles, but I like poking around game-settings and learning new details about the world-building, and I always share the information I learn with my fellow players unless told otherwise by the mods.
Preferred Job: Doctor/emergency responder, of course!
NSFW-friendly?: Yes, with the caveat that First Aid doesn't have genitals (nothing against sticky in fanfic, that's just not a place I feel like visiting in this game). He may take on a stone (metal?) top role with a romantic partner, if anyone feels brave enough to woo the giant alien robot.

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An In-Character inbox for First Aid, chief clinician and surgeon at the Winterbottom clinic.
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This page is for keeping track of the medical directives given to First Aid by his patients in Pumpkin Hollow. This information is purely for my personal reference and may not be used by another rper unless discussed with all relevant muns, including myself. You may also use the comment box to add to or request an edit to your character's medical information, or to opt out of interacting with First Aid. He is kind of overbearing sometimes ;3c

Angel [[personal profile] graveling] -- medical intervention contraindicated; by request, Angel is to be transported to the nearest holy place (Temple, Elsi's grove) in order to complete his own healing process.

Chris Freeman [[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman] -- Permission granted for general treatment. Patient has had some gender-affirming surgery but will refuse further intervention if offered.

Lord Erik Osborne [[personal profile] lordoftheozarks] -- medical intervention contraindicated by request. Erik prefers to rely on his own healing processes.

"Slasher Face" Jean [[personal profile] restingslasherface] -- Provided fabrication and surgical implantation of new parts in Jean's combat implant; provided updated diet plan and additional funds in order to raise Jean's body weight to healthier levels.

River la Croix [[personal profile] somebodychildofanyone] -- Requested explanations for any procedures performed on her unless contraindicated by the urgency of her injuries. If an amputation of one of her arms is necessary, First Aid has been told to place the cut above the end point of her sigils.

Sam Porter Bridges [[personal profile] 300kgbackpack] and Lou [baby] -- opted out of provider relationship with First Aid due to personality conflict. Planned associations with Hawkeye Pierce to follow.
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First Aid tells no one what he's thinking about. It's another lie of omission, he thinks guiltily, but perhaps just a small one? There's no guarantee that his thoughts will even go anywhere, so why share them? It's a private matter. The most important things often are, in his experience.

But he's thinking about Rodimus, and how unprepared he was to take up the Primacy when the Matrix chose him. He's thinking about how he worked with Ratchet for twenty years, exchanging comm calls nearly every day even after the Protectobots moved to New York, and how it still left him unprepared to do Ratchet's actual job. He's thinking about resource allocation, and how impossible it is to get the things you need if you don't at least ask. Not even the best quartermaster is telepathic, no matter how they might pretend to be.

He's thinking about worthiness, and ignorance, and his patients. The list is getting longer every day.

He doesn't visit the Temple, though. Jean has him paranoid now, thinking about neutrality and reputation and all those things that were supposed to be Hot Spot's job, and the Prime's after him. Hot Spot was team commander; he decided where they deployed and when, unless Optimus Prime ordered them into the field as part of a bigger operation. He was the one who talked to the press, and even though it was Groove who first figured out what blogs were and suggested that they should have one, he wouldn't have done it at all if Hot Spot hadn't approved.

Hot Spot should be the one trying this, First Aid thinks sadly. He'd definitely do a better job. But for whatever reason, Hot Spot isn't here. First Aid has to fill out his supply orders himself.

He does drive by the Temple, just to see what it looks like, and he pauses on the corner to admire its large windows, a little bit like the cathedrals in NYC. It must look lovely inside, he thinks, before he drives on. He needs to go out to the farms anyway, to have a talk with Eddie and two or three other people, but he lets himself get...just a little lost first. Not so badly that he can't find his way back to town, but he drives along fences and hedgerows until he can't pick up any more humanoid biosigns on his sensors, and then he finds a little copse of trees and stops there.

The ground is very soft and damp; when he transforms back into root mode and leaves the road, his feet sink slightly into the leaf cover and the mud underneath, and he wonders what the hell he thinks he's doing. He has no experience with this; what if he does it wrong and pisses someone off?

Well. Maybe that's where he should start.

"If I cause offense with my ignorance," he says carefully, lowering himself to sit under one of the trees with all the seams in his legs tightly closed as protection against the mud. "I beg your pardon. I don't have much experience with this." He laughs quietly and admits, before it can turn into an elephant in the metaphorical room: "I know I might have just asked Degas, but surely…” His fingertips drum out a nervous rhythm on his leg. “Surely it’s better I do this myself. Surely some fumbling around is better than…” He sighs heavily.

“It just makes no sense to me that you all – goddesses, your ladyships, however you would like to be addressed – it makes no sense to me that you would call us here and expect us to neatly categorize ourselves into the existing patterns when it’s so obvious that those patterns aren’t working. At least I think it’s obvious.” He stops the tapping before it can mess up his paint.

“It’s like – I’ve only been here a few weeks, but it’s like – I think I’m starting to see the shape of the problem. The general outline. And it’s not just the curse, is it? It’s how everyone’s been handling it – or failing to, as the case may be.” He laughs sadly. “I’m traumatized after dying a single time, but compared to the people who’ve been living here, that’s nothing. And the grief, the deprivation…the supernatural monsters that keep showing up to attack people, and yes, I am including the demons in that category…it all adds up. How is anyone supposed to live normally after this kind of ordeal?”

His plating shivers slightly. “I’m not even sure where to start fixing a problem this large – so it’s a good thing I’m not doing it alone, right?” He stops to look around. At the fallen leaves, the naked trees, a stretch of half-collapsed stone fence nearby. “And that, conveniently, is what I came out here to…to talk to you about, I suppose.” He starts tapping his plating again. “I’m not one to let a potential resource go unused, if you’ll forgive that term of phrase. Think of it as being a habit learned from being built for war. And we Autobots know all about transforming ourselves to fit the situation on the ground.” He smiles – not with his face, of course, but with his voice – amused and ever so slightly bitter. “So if there’s a way to become…better I suppose, more capable, more useful to the people here…I want in on it. If I’m not worthy yet, I’d like to know how I might change that. We have our stories about people questing to earn our god’s favor too – although I should mention, I’d rather not do anything that will take me away from the clinic for more than 24 hours. That would be counterproductive.”

He pauses to think and review everything that’s been said. He doesn’t mention that Cybertronian religion – or at least, mainstream Cybertronian religion – has been as dead as their homeworld for nearly five million years.

“I’m not even sure what I’m hoping will come of this,” he quietly admits out loud. “A larger altmode? My subspace compartments? The rest of my team?” He smiles again. “Those things would all definitely be useful to me personally, but maybe not so much the town as a whole? I don’t know. I’m a doctor, not a strategist. But there it is: you brought me here, I assume, to be a doctor to the people who live on this island. If it will help me serve them better, I’m willing to enter into a closer relationship with you. But, just to be clear: my first priority will always be the people who actually live here. The mortal townspeople, my patients, their friends and families…I hope they are your first priority too. It would make it much easier for us to work together.”

He pauses again, waiting for a response and wondering if he’ll even be able to recognize it if it comes. “I hope that’s acceptable,” he finally says, and pushes himself back up onto his feet.

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