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Post by Long Haul on Oct 18, 2010 13:56:24 GMT -5
Day 25: Event Horizon medical. Open thread.
Long Haul carefully sets a grouping of parts, all painted up in whites and blues and reds, into a well-laid out pile on one of the work benches in medical. Next to that pile is a stencil and a small sprayer of red paint.
He reviews the layout one last time - it's set up so that Long Haul would need to spend the minimal amount of time having to search for bits during the task to come, all laid out in the order that he'll need them. Then he glances to the door. It's a bit early, but time's getting close for the expected arrival...
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 18, 2010 17:33:44 GMT -5
Slightly early is the best way to arrive for nearly anything in Ultra Magnus's experience; he even tried to show up early for his own death. Either it didn't work and he came here instead, or it did work and that's why he's here. In either case, the fact that he is here with the others aboard the Event Horizon remains.
The doors slide open when he approaches and he pauses in the doorway.
"I know I'm early," he says by way of announcing himself, "but…." Then he trails off into silence and stares at Long Haul's setup. It's always strange to see himself laid out in pieces.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 18, 2010 21:41:33 GMT -5
Long Haul gives an absent wave of his hand. "Eh, no problem. I'm ready anyway." He pauses a moment as Ultra Magnus trails off, and looks between the white robot and the armor laid out, then back again. "Erm... problem?"
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 21, 2010 9:42:30 GMT -5
It takes a second for Magnus to blink out of his dumbfounded stare. He shakes his head slightly as if to clear it, then turns a chagrined half-smile on Long Haul. It will take him even longer to stop expecting a purple emblem on the Constructic– bot than this.
"No," he says, stepping in and letting the door close behind him. "No, there's no problem. But it's never quite…" and he shrugs one shoulder, "not a strange sight."
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Post by Rev on Oct 21, 2010 11:53:20 GMT -5
Rev glided along the corridors, freewheeling like a roller-blader rather than putting any power down to her wheels. Once she had seen the map, she could find her way around the Event Horizon like it was any other new track. Finally at the medical bay door, she saw it was closed so she gently knocked.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 21, 2010 22:13:49 GMT -5
"What's so strange about it?" Long Haul asks, tilting his head faintly in confusion. Then he looks at the armor, then he looks at Ultra Magnus. Then he shrugs. "I mean, aside from wearin' a second body in the first place," he adds.
As there's a knock on the door, he automatically shouts, "Unlocked," as he picks up the lower leg portion and plods over to Ultra Magnus. "Yer gonna have to step into these," he observes, kneeling and setting the 'boots' on the floor so Ultra Magnus can do just that.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 22, 2010 0:08:54 GMT -5
"Well," says Magnus with a wry sort of smile, "that isn't just any spare body lying there. It's my spare body and I tend to wearing it rather than seeing it." Then he chuckles, for the moment forgetting – or managing to wilfully ignore – that even after his stint as Cybertron's security commander, it's still bizarre to talk to a Long Haul, let alone get mechanical aid from him. The knock at the door and Long Haul's bellow snap Magnus out of it. "And while I'm wending up in age, I do still remember how to dress myself," he adds in a tone that hangs somewhere between serious and ribbing.
Fitting his leg into the armour is, to put none too fine a point on it, like finding a missing part of himself. Even though the edges are a little too sharp, not yet rounded down with aeons of wear and use, the measurements are spot-on. The other leg is just as good a fit; he might as well be donning the same armour he left in that grassland on Gillanan III.
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Post by Rev on Oct 22, 2010 0:19:08 GMT -5
Unlocked appeared to be one of those generic words that while carrying more meaning than most dictionaries would divulge, nevertheless remained consistent through most universes. Rev pushed the door open and rolled in to the sight of a gleaming white bot with a sort of dependable look about him and the other sorta green and boxy compared to her own curves. Under different circumstances, she would have guessed the white one of the pair to be the medical chief but given their actions, she had no clue at all. The wings on the side of her head drooped a bit in nervousness, “umm, Long haul?”
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 22, 2010 10:56:45 GMT -5
"Fine, fine," Long Haul rumbles as Ultra Magnus mentions remembering how to dress himself. He stands up and then gestures to the pieces still on the table. "Though I got a question before the rest goes on. I followed the specs exactly as they were, and all, but I gotta wonder... you intend to go back on to covering up your 'Bot symbol?"
He turns back and looks at the new arrival as she calls her name. "Yeah?" he answers, making it clear that yes, he's Long Haul. "Whatcher problem?" Because this is medical. People come here when they have problems.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 24, 2010 13:14:04 GMT -5
"No," Magnus answers Long Haul quite firmly as he makes his way over to the table. His stride is exaggerated to a degree; he can move in the armour, even run or fight if need be so long as he isn't wearing the helmet, without the supportive systems active, but it's slow and clumsy going. It will only worsen the more armour he dons before turning it on.
He keeps quiet and stays by "his" table, hopefully out of the way, while Long Haul fields the new patient. The thigh cuffs are the next to be attached, then he snaps the pelvic girdle into place. Half the Ultra Magnus everyone expects to see, half the bleached Optimus Prime lookalike – he wonders while reaching for the band to enclose his midsection and his breastplate after that, sliding it on from the back and pulling down the shoulder bars and collar plate to meet with the locking pieces on his chest. He watches while he works with the arm sections; he's never seen a mechanoid with only wheels for feet, nor this particular mechanoid. This must be that new arrival who caused a stir on the radio the other day.
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Post by Rev on Oct 24, 2010 14:09:27 GMT -5
Rev stared for a moment at what Ultra Magnus was doing, they only time she had seen another don additional armour was when her Optimus had worn Wing Dagger, this was definitely preferable in her datapad, wearing another transformer was somehow wrong. She would probably be horrified by Headmasters. “Ahh hi, I’m Rev, I’m here my routine maintenance check”. Rev thought she was spot on time, maybe this other guy was the previous appointment and running a bit late, the fact was she was several hours early because she was still operating on her native time zone.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 24, 2010 21:23:41 GMT -5
Long Haul grunts and announces bluntly, "Yer early." Just figures with a racer, eh? He sounds a little grumpy, but he's not really grumpy over Rev being early. He's just generally defaults to 'a little grumpy' (making him far more cheerful than some of the other medics the Autobots have, particularly the Velocitronian one).
"I'll help you soon as Magnus is taken care of."
He looks back at Ultra Magnus. "Gonna have to let me know where you want it, then. The symbol, I mean. Ain't on the schematics."
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Oct 26, 2010 15:47:11 GMT -5
While the answer to the first question posed no trouble, Magnus has to pause and think about this one. The brand is already on both shoulders of one robot mode; it makes sense on one hand to do the same now. On the other hand, and he pauses in the middle of pulling on one of those bulky shoulder pieces as he considers this, it could look overzealous. Then he sighs at himself, still mulling over the politics of his choices.
"The right shoulder," he says quietly, patting the corresponding panel once the armour piece settles into place. The other slides on with similar ease, then he fits his arms into the gauntlets. His movements are noticeably stiffer as he picks up his helmet and, briefly, stares into his own face. He looks up quickly and adds, "Any more questions before I get stuck booting up for a few minutes?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 26, 2010 16:39:51 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime is just coming off Rock Watch. He might just hate that watch most of all, though it's a tough call. However, boring as Pilot Watch is, vexing as it to put on a fake smile and be cheerful to everyone entering or leaving the ship during Q-deck watch, degrading as cleaning duty is...
...Rock Watch always leaves him feeling so pathetically helpless when Autobots arrive dying and twitch their last twitch right before his optics. This one was so small! Sentinel Prime didn't even need a hover-cart to help carry him. He could have easily tossed the little one in the back of his truck mode, but that seemed... callous, even for him. If he ever shows up dead, a dark, cynical part of him wonders if he'll get that kind of courtesy, given what he's done.
Now Sentinel Prime taps in the door code, and the doors slide open to reveal him gently carrying in his arms a red and black Autobot with a yellow head, at least when death hadn't faded his colours, looking like he might be from a similar reality as Holi's, from his size and styling.
He's not.
He's Crunch, and he was shot and killed by Motorhead.
Sentinel Prime looks up at what's actually going on in medical and pauses, staring. He immediately blurts, "If this is a bad time, I can come back later."
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Post by Rev on Oct 27, 2010 12:18:08 GMT -5
"Early...?" Rev grabbed her datapad from out of nowhere and was halfway to checking her calendar when a small but very important piece of data went through her processor. Her headwings angled together slightly so that they were almost touching a sign of her embarrassment, she’d been operating still on Velocitron time, even after a day on the Event Horizon. She adjusted the clock and shut up any further about it.
She glanced over at Ultra Magnus before he was fully suited, she thought that in white, he would have made good holo-drama material. That was before a bot she’d hadn’t met yet burst in carrying an offline, she wheeled back out of the way until she hit the wall.
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