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Post by Long Haul on Nov 5, 2010 18:34:22 GMT -5
Long Haul is not too professional to notice the faux pas. He's just generally not much for noticing social subtleties. Or social obviousnesses, for that matter.
"Welcome," is all he says to the further offers of praise and thanks, although the way he holds his head up shows that he is pretty pleased with the reactions. He peers up at Ultra Magnus as the larger robot asks to 'attend' the... putting away of Crunch, and he inclines his head in an affirmative. "Sure, shouldn't be a problem."
As he moves towards the back section of the room to deal with the same body, he pauses to look back at Rev as she starts going on about Ultra Magnus and advertising. Okay. That was obvious enough that even oblivious Long Haul can catch on. He then just looks up at Ultra Magnus, shrugs, and starts to look over the body, checking for the usual cues - chronometer, whether there's a brain module or spark chamber, things of that nature.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Nov 6, 2010 11:54:22 GMT -5
Rev's efforts at explaining herself and the mild ribbing from Sentinel Prime before he offers advice and reassurances turn Ultra Magnus's confused frown to a look of pain. He's hardly a good face to put on the Autobot army and he is certain that if Sentinel Prime knew the full circumstances, there would be far more condemnation than comfort in his words.
"Thank you," is all Magnus says to him, and that very stiffly, before he follows Long Haul. If nothing else, he can at least verify whatever Long Haul finds that places Crunch in his reality. Could there be an alternate Crunch? Would that make any difference, really?
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 6, 2010 12:20:49 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime smiles at Rev, and he sounds friendly enough, even joking, as he explains, "Are you accusing me of shirking my duties? Because that's a very serious allegation. I take the bodies, if there any, here when my shift is done. I am on free time now, and I will be for the next 9.8, whoops, 9.7, now, cycles," which are an Animated unit of time about equal to 1.5 minutes, "whereupon I report as a Transportation Security Administration agent on this space station where we're docked and I shine a UV light on aliens' grubby ID cards and stamp their boarding passes." He hates it, but it helps pay for the Event Horizon's docking fees, it gives him a bit of spending shanix, and it doesn't make him set foot on Pz-Zazz. "I won't be late. I am never late. You might be late for your shift on Rock Watch, if you're after me, but that's your problem, not mine." He seems perfectly friendly, light-hearted, and joking, but he's actually dead serious about everything he just said there and, secretly, more than a little irked that she'd impugn his abilities to keep to a schedule. That's why Sentinel Prime keeps teasing her about Ultra Magnus, asking innocently, "A poster like this?" and he pulls up a poster on his datapad, holding it up to be seen. "I bet if you ask nicely, Long Haul will tell you what requisition form you need to use the big flimpsiplast poster printer, and you can print out a copy and hang it up on your room wall." Now, that's rather peculiar, that look of pain when Sentinel Prime just got done telling Ultra Magnus not to beat himself up. He files it away for further analysis later. No reply on the favour he wanted to ask of Ultra Magnus. Sentinel Prime'll have to catch up with him later about that - really, anything within reason! Ultra Magnus can't think of anything to do with Sentinel Prime? Sentinel Prime knows he'd be all over an open-ended, abuse-able offer like that. Odd, odd DUKW, Ultra Magnus.
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Post by Rev on Nov 6, 2010 16:39:55 GMT -5
“Hold on! You’re saying you gotta sit the whole shift with a…with a wreck… if you’re unlucky enough to get one come through? This pile-up gets worse and worse” Yup, can see all the morale slowly being drained from every port with that one, no wonder Ultra Magnus seems so beat up. Event Horizon needs a morale officer right quick, Rev however was not volunteering. Maybe Farlane.
“Now wait, my shift don’t start for another..” she pulled out her own datapad and brought up her schedule “for another….” Her voice trailed off “Oh by Unicron’s apetite” she swore. Local time format was also different to her own. She was late, quite late in fact, and for Rev, being late was worse than coming in last.
She jumped form her seat, pausing barely long enough to glance at the poster “Exactly”, she paused a moment longer, exactly was eerily accurate. “Gotta race, thank you Long Haul, guys.” And with that she was spinning her wheels out the door and down the hall, “cyberkeyactivate” could just be heard receding into the distance.
OOC: Rev makes a hasty exit from thread.
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 7, 2010 11:01:57 GMT -5
From back in the area where Long Haul is working, he says, "Naw. If you want to, you can call on the duty medic for a pick-up, and in some cases that's the better idea, anyways. S'just that Sentinel prefers to do the job hisself." Long Haul is certainly the type to appreciate it when someone prefers to see a full job through to the finish!
Too bad he hasn't noticed yet that Rev's already rushed off.
He continues with the inspection. "Spark chamber... no brain module..." he reports, almost clinically. Then he pulls out the chronometer and hooks it up to a nearby power supply to check the last timestamp on it. Unfortunately, the date he reports would about be the one that Ultra Magnus might expect, some 3.5 million years before 'modern times.'
As he works, he makes mental note to make sure they've got flimpsiplast in stock. Just in case the new girl wants any posters printed.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Nov 8, 2010 19:35:01 GMT -5
Everything that Long Haul reports seems to make the world bear down harder on Ultra Magnus's shoulders. This is no otherworldly version of Crunch who coincidentally also died of a chest wound; this is definitely his. He starts to reach for Crunch's shoulder as if to rest his fingers there, then stops himself, firmly putting his hand back at his side.
"Yes," he says quietly, "this is Crunch. Everything matches." He looks up from the body to Long Haul and forces himself to give the Constructibot a smile – albeit a thin, hollow one. "Thank you. I'll be out of your way now." What he wants to do is hold that tiny form and tell it how sorry he is; but that won't do Crunch any good now. He stifles a sigh as he turns and leaves the room for the main medical area. His admirer is gone, at least, but Sentinel Prime still remains. Magnus pauses long enough to regain his composure.
Looking stoic was so much easier without a face.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs. It's sincere, but is he addressing the right person? Sometimes he isn't sure any more. "You wanted to ask me something?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 8, 2010 21:56:46 GMT -5
"If the body's on fire or radioactive, I'd definitely call a medic," Sentinel Prime agrees, but Rev is gone with the wind. Seems she liked the poster, though. There's no accounting for taste.
He puts away his datapad, and he's about to get going. Ugh, more stamping boarding passes. The pain never never ends. Sentinel Prime turns back, grinning, one hand on his hip, and he replies, "Yes, you heard that right! Just a little favour. See, in my reality, it usually takes about five Autobots to tackle one Decepticon. Here, heh, that's not exactly the case." He shrugs and raises his hands, palms up, in a 'what can you do?' gesture. "Kup came across me in the sim room, working on getting in a little solo practise, and he said you might be able to give me some advice? No worries if you can't. I'm sure you're plenty busy with..."
Sentinel Prime tilts his head and pauses, beckoningly. Just what is Ultra Magnus busy with, anyway?
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 8, 2010 22:40:52 GMT -5
"Arright," Long Haul answers Ultra Magnus as the other tells him he'll be out of his way. He gathers the pieces of the tiny Transformer together and carries them to the back room, to set the body with the others.
OOC: Out of thread for the team being (or for good, if it wraps up shortly).
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Nov 9, 2010 18:53:26 GMT -5
"Five Autobots to take on a single Decepticon is rather poor odds," Ultra Magnus comments even while he considers the rest of what Sentinel Prime says. And the way he says it in such a cavalier fashion, as if being so grossly at a disadvantage is nothing exceptional. Magnus frowns. "I'm not sure what advice I could give you that Kup couldn't," he says. His optics narrow in suspicion at the tilt of Sentinel Prime's head and he steps a little closer, crossing his arms. "Or… by 'advice', do you mean training?" Why shouldn't it be Diffusion lessons? Everyone else seems to be interested.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 9, 2010 19:42:10 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime can't but help just get a bit huffy and defensive. He takes a step back and replies, "I asked Kup for Autobots who might be able to help me out, and Kup didn't offer himself. I can take a hint. I can take a hint here, too. Good cycle, Ultra Magnus." He turns crispy on his heel to head out and to cover his sulk. - - - OOC: Not out of thread yet, but he probably will be soon.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Nov 9, 2010 21:23:48 GMT -5
Ultra Magnus, forever never saying the right thing. He heaves an exasperated sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"That isn't what I meant," he snaps, apologetic and annoyed all at once. Sentinel Prime makes himself look like a young, stupid, hot-headed lout; it's a confusing change after that nearly philosophical moment earlier. "My point is that I'm no more exceptional than Kup as far as combat goes. If you really think I have anything to offer you, then ask again once you've pulled your processors clear of your exhaust pipe." Magnus makes no attempt to follow Sentinel Prime or delay him further, but he can't go back into the storage area. He might as well just run one more subroutine to make sure he's getting all his sensor feeds properly and wait.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 9, 2010 21:45:15 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime can be seen to twitch, even from behind. He hates being insulted. He can't help but think bitterly, You might not be exceptional, but there was at least a chance that you would be there. It's a wonder he doesn't say that. Pull his processors out of his tail pipe? Ultra Magnus can go stick his processors in his tailpipe, thanks. It's a wonder he doesn't say that, too. Fuming silently and walking away is the politest thing he can manage. AllSpark, to think Sentinel'll Prime have to face him again... and again... and again in his own room. Maybe he should put up his own Ultra Magnus poster in a magnificent display of confused passive-aggression. - - - OOC: Out of thread now.
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Post by Ultra Magnus on Nov 16, 2010 13:04:49 GMT -5
The next few days in quarters are going to be miserable. Magnus can tell. Far be it from him to skip a chance at abusing himself. He sighs, shaking his head, and goes back to his diagnostic.
OOC: Wrap?
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