A Not-So-Helping Hand

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Day 23, Open to all Autobots/Maximals/good-guy kumquats.

“You can feel the driller drillin’, buzzin’ through the stone! They say ‘You drones work faster!’ ‘cause soon we will be gone!” Whirligig sings cheerfully and painfully off-key.

The fairly short orange ‘bot marches through the Event Horizon with a bit of limp, the result of a slightly twisted and melted hip. His right shoulder pivots back and forth, as though swinging his arm, despite the fact that partway down his upper arm he ceases to have a right arm. He didn’t lose the arm, though! In fact, it’s right here, slung over his left shoulder like a rather floppy rifle. It’s a good thing he had ol’ Righty with him when he got teleported to another dimension or whatever – he’s still not entirely sure that this is actually happening, but he thought he got past the whole vivid hallucinations thing awhile back. He would have missed the stupid useless limb if it hadn’t come with him.

Ah, but he and Mr. Right would be properly reunited again soon! That is, when he manages to get to the medical bay. He’s pretty sure he should be there already, but reality clearly says that he isn’t. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. Not to say that he’s lost, because he does have a map with him. He just hasn’t bothered to look at it and figure out where he is yet, as he’s having a lovely time sightseeing. Very nice ship this, what with its fancy lights, and gravity, and not being blown half to scrap. Well, he could do without the gravity, actually. Getting about with two fully functional limbs and a bum leg was a lot easier in zero-g. Gravity is totally overrated.

Continuing his wandering on the off chance that he’ll actually end up by a medical bay, Whirligig continues screechingsinging, “We mine it hard to get the ore, then move along and mine summore!”

[Dai-Janku]

Onward down the hall, coming in Whirligig's direction is another orange 'bot, much bigger than the singing little roverbot.

Dai-Janku spots Whirligig from a ways off, and waves. "Greetings!" The little 'bot kinda reminds him of a smashed up Junkion in a way, what with the being orange and looking smashed up and carrying his arm around all nonchalantly.

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Whirligig stops committing his crime against music and pauses in his march to greet the approaching Junkion. Hefting his right arm to hold it by the elbow, he lifts it up and waves it around, causing the hand to flop about limply at the wrist. Though there's this one wire he can tug that'll stiffen that right up and turn it into a fabulous back scratcher!

Looking Dai-Janku up and down, he props his working hand on a hip and says out loud, as much to himself as the Junkion, "Y'all sure are built like bricks, aren't you?"

He's not half-naked, you're just overdressed!

[Dai-Janku]

"Bricks? That's odd, I thought I was built like a dune-buggy," answers the swordsman, scratching at his helm a bit. "Though I'm also built like a pile of scrap." He's multi-talented like that, yanno.

Finally, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he peers down, leaning over a bit. "Are you a Junkion?"

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Lifting his right hand to touch his chin in a contemplative manner, Whirligig eyes Dai-Janku and comments, "You know, I can see the resemblance to a pile of scrap." That might have been an insult. Hard to say.

Quirking the band of plates that serves him a sort of psuedo-mouth into an oddly enthusiastic grin, he points his detached arm at the Junkion and says brightly, "I have no idea what that is!"

[Dai-Janku]

Thankfully, Dai-Janku is a proud Junkion, and looking like a pile of scrap comes with the territory. He straightens up, clenching his fist near his chest with a grin. "Glad to see I fit the bill!"

However, he frowns slightly at the next thing, slumping slightly. "Aw, you don't? Sadface..." he says, sighing. "Nevermind that, then. Name's Dai-Janku!" He perks up a bit on introducing himself.

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Whirligig quirks a brow at Dai-Janku's pride at resembling a scrap pile, but is rather amused. Not every day someone takes that as a compliment.

Flinging his left arm up to point the right one dramatically at the ceiling, he proceeds to ignore Dai-Janku's perking up and begins to speak. "Turn that frown upside-down, my dear junk pile, for you are in the presence of the one, the only, the indestructible Whirligig!" His is a wry expression, indeed.

His demeanor quickly drops back into a more plainly cheerful one as he drops his arms back down to waggle the detached one at Dai-Janku in offer of a handshake. "Nice t' meet you."

[Dai-Janku]

Optic-ridges raise a bit, and Dai-Janku grins at the short 'bot. "Indestructible, eh? Nice to meet you as well!"

With that, Dai-Janku pulls the forearm out of his arm he would use to handshake, and slaps its hand against the offered hand. When in Rome...

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

Well, more indestructible than a pane of glass, anyway.

Whirligig boggles slightly as Dai-Janku just tugs off his own forearm, though it doesn't stop him from shaking his hand - after narrowly avoiding dropping his right arm, as the Junkion's rather larger and heavier one was slapped against it. Losing limbs was one thing, but actually taking them off yourself in a casual situation? That was kind of weird! Not necessarily bad, just weird.

"So, uh, that usual?" he asks, nodding at Dai-Janku's detached forearm. For all he knows, limb-popping is a perfectly normal pastime for chunky, over-armoured bots.

[Dai-Janku]

"Well, usually, I'm sending them flying at a Decepticon!" With that, Dai-Janku shoves his arm back on, and strikes a pose. "ROCKET PUNCH! Right in the face!"

Then he relaxes. "I think the only other one who can yank their arm apart at will is Miss Pee-Dee, though..." he says, pondering a moment. "Most everyone else here gets freaked out by it, if they're not familiar with Junkions." A big spiky shrug. "Ah well. You looking for somethin', Mr. Indestructible Whirligig?"

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

"Well, that sure puts a literal spin on 'flying fists'," Whirligig says, slinging his detached arm back over his shoulder.

He grins as Dai-Janku mentions people being disturbed by his limb-popping. Now there's an ability he wouldn't mind having! It would solve his current arm problem, too. "Well, limbs are generally supposed to stay attached, at least where I come from. I mean, not that they always do. Obviously. Sometimes they misbehave. Whiiiich actually brings me to what I'm looking for!"

Waggling his loose arm around, he continues, "I figure it's about time I let bygones be bygones and forgive ol' Righty here for breaking up with me. Take it back and all, regain our once close relationship. Of course, you can't just go about these things without proper ceremony! By which I mean I need a medic to reattach it."

Just saying, 'Hey, I'm looking for the medbay!' would be far too easy.

[Dai-Janku]

"Medic...medic... Just absently calling for one doesn't work around here. You need the Professor!" Dai-Janku grins as he announces this, and starts to point, and realizes he's not quite sure where he is, and spins in a circle a couple of times before he stops, stroking his chin. "Gimme a sec to check the map. This ship can be a mite confusing, after all..."

A bit of mumbling, and Dai-Janku finally determines the right direction, pointing to a hall shortly down the way where Whirligig was initially headed. "That hall should lead you right to it. Just don't make a left turn at Albaquoikey."¹
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_{1. Adaptation of a classic Looney Tunes Bugs Bunny gag.}

[Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh]

"The Professor, huh? Sounds... academic." Whirligig has no use for those academic types! Except for all the ones that he does. He'll still call them nerds, though.

As Dai-Janku offers him directions, the miner leans his head to the left to help hold his right arm in place while his left hand digs out his own map-on-a-data pad. Come to think of it, it'd probably be a lot easier if he just uploaded the thing to his memory banks. Then again, it might just get lost. It wouldn't be the first time his mind had lost track of something. Consulting the map, he exclaims, "Hey, will you look at that! You're right."

Tucking the pad away, he holds out his right arm to address it. "Alright, Righty! Time to make things right, right Right? Right on. It's right to the right! Let's go get married together again!" As he marches onwards down the hall, he waves at Dai-Janku. "Thanks for the tip, my junky friend!"

[Dai-Janku]

"Well, most call him Perceptor. He's not exactly the one I know from back home, but very similar. We all called him The Professor back home." A light shrug, then he waves back once Whirligig heads off, as he starts going the way he was originally. "You're welcome!"

Once he's out of earshot, he turns back around, a somewhat confused look on his face. "And they call me crazy..."

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OOC: Fade-out?