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Post by Perceptor on Sept 25, 2007 18:44:05 GMT -5
After being jolted out of his examination of the strange Tower looming near their slowly forming base by Xaaron's request to occupy Screwdriver, Perceptor reluctantly returns to Repair. He does still, at least, have that body to occupy his attention.
And Hardwire's radio, which he gathers up the pieces of and tucks out of sight. No use attempting to stall the repair if Screwdriver were to arrive and perform Junkion magic to get it operational, even without the vital components safely tucked in Perceptor's subspace. That would certain put a damper in Xaaron's plans.
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Sept 26, 2007 15:29:27 GMT -5
"Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend... Do it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end! There won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day On the bloody morning after One tin soldier rides away!"
Screwdrivers pleasant, child-like voice can be heard well before she can be seen, even over the sound of her motorcycle engines. She rolls up the ramp, currently in full sized alt mode, the size that would let another Transformer ride her, if so desired. Perhaps she is accompanied by Bumblebee, or perhaps he just dropped her off and left.
Once she arrives on the floor that is clearly "Repair" she transforms and scans the room, then grins brightly. "I seek the red wizard!" she proclaims.
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Sideburn
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Post by Sideburn on Sept 26, 2007 15:42:01 GMT -5
Sideburn rolls up to the building Kup had described, transforms, and wanders in. He pokes around until he finds the makeshift repair bay and peeks in. "Hello?"
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 26, 2007 21:39:41 GMT -5
Just in time, he gets Hardwire's equipment tucked away. He turns to greet Screwdriver with a polite nod, one that turns to a look of confusion.
"Red... wizard?" Oh, yes. Trashy fantasy novel. Oh, why couldn't she speak in daytime dramas? He actually knows a thing or two about those-- best not to ask how.
"Ah. Red wizard. I believe that is I, Perceptor," he adds by way of introduction. "I was told that you are a... toymaker?"
Sideburn wanders in just then, interrupting any other questions Perceptor might have had for the Junkion.
"Hello, Sideburn was it? What may I assist you with?"
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Post by Wedge on Sept 26, 2007 22:22:34 GMT -5
Whoa, party in Repair again. Wedge stops abruptly in front of the room and steps inside. "Hey Perceptor, you wouldn't happen to have an spare welder, would you?" Because everyone carries a spare welder around, don't they?
His original purpose of asking around for a welder vanishes from the forefront of his mind when he spots someone quite familiar. Wait, yeah, Sideburn's here. It's not his imagination. Relief spills over Wedge and a large, probably goofy-looking smile forms on his face. Though it'll probably be stuffed away if Sideburn ever turns back to look. He's so fixated on that familiar figure that the presence of others doesn't quite register.
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Post by Bluestreak on Sept 26, 2007 22:33:14 GMT -5
Bluestreak follows Sideburn to the garage, transforms, and follows him inside. He spots Perceptor, an orange mech with shovel attachments on his shoulders, and a rust-colored femme with an odd doll-like face. He registers the presence of the other two, then turns to Perceptor.
"Hey Perceptor, you said there were some things you wanted to tell me? Nice to see you made it here, not that it's not nice meeting new people, especially Sideburn here, but I'm glad I'm not alone here. Well, I talked to Kup and heard Grimlock on the radio, so of course I'm not alone, heh. Um... who are you other two? Never seen you guys before..."
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Post by Screwdriver on Sept 27, 2007 7:13:40 GMT -5
Screwdriver curtsies, though the Junkion is, by now, getting quite tired of all this greeting and talking. "Master Gepetto, maker of toys," she reports, then straightens and sighs. "People come and go so quickly here," she observes a bit tiredly.
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Sideburn
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Post by Sideburn on Sept 27, 2007 14:12:00 GMT -5
Sideburn shrugs. "Kup suggested that I come over and see you. Something about doubling as a repair crew."
Sideburn glances over as someone enters and speaks in a familiar voice. His face breaks out in a grin at the orange 'bot. "Wedge! Hey, how're you doing?"
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 27, 2007 17:02:08 GMT -5
Looks like it is a very good thing that Perceptor returned to Repair when he did! It's being invaded!
"That they do," Perceptor agrees with Screwdriver, adding on a, "My lady," at the end as he recalls that bit of fantasy nomenclature.
Perceptor notes Bluestreak's arrival with something of a sinking feeling in his processor; how did he manage to get himself elected to this bit of sad an unpleasant duty? Oh, yes... well, he's partially responsible for it, so it's only fair that he gets the explaining of it. He does, however, shift to keep himself between Bluestreak and the door into the morgue. There's no way the scientist wants the gunner to stumble into that room unawares!
"Ah, yes, Wedge, I do. When you are done speaking to Sideburn, I'll have it ready for you," he replies to Wedge before turning back to Bluestreak.
"Bluestreak. Yes. I..." he heaves a small sigh and shakes his head. "Perhaps it would be best if you have a seat while I sort out everyone else briefly. There are some important things you need to hear when I have finished settling Repair once again."
"Screwdriver," he observes, turning back to the Junkion. "Do you have any toys which you could show to me? I would very much like to see what your work is like."
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Post by Wedge on Sept 27, 2007 18:30:03 GMT -5
How's he doing? How about: I'm missing my team and job, but now that you're here I feel a whole lot better?
"I'm doing alright," Wedge replies, rubbing the base of his helm in absent self-consciousness before responding to Bluestreak. "The name's Wedge."
Glancing back at Sideburn, he says the first thing that comes to mind. "It's nice to a familiar face, even if it's yours." The mischievous grin belies his jab. Let the posturing begin! Wedge now has another person he feels the need to prove himself to. Greenhorn his exhaust pipes.
He bobs thankfully at Perceptor's words. "Thanks!"
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Post by Bluestreak on Sept 27, 2007 23:26:57 GMT -5
"Sure thing, Percy." He has a seat on the floor, cross-legged, and settles himself. "Hi, Wedge. Hi... um, Geppetto? I thought Pinocchio was a human tale... and hey, you've seen 'Wizard of Oz?' I loved that movie! The witch was really creepy, which means they did a good job on her, heh..."
He finally quiets down and sits back to wait.
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Screwdriver
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Post by Screwdriver on Sept 28, 2007 8:17:49 GMT -5
The doll-faced female grins at Bluestreak, then nods her head. "And your little dog, too!" she burbles cheerfully, then turns her attention back towards Perceptor and his request.
Screwdriver looks around the room and considers. Of course, if she uses most of her toys inside, then the title to the thread needs to be renamed, "Repair Is No Longer Intact."
Eh. She can fix it!
The Junkion removes from subspace a small container of silver metal beads. She smiles at the group, then places the container on the table. She opens the container and piles the beads on top of each other, demonstrating as they stick together, generally, where she sets them. Ah! A magnetic sculpture of some sort?
Then she grins mischievously, upturns the container, and dumps them out. They don't roll far, sticking where they land on the table.
OOC: These beads will now activate when next touched by a Transformer. For anyone who wants to pose playing with them, they generate a special magnetic field that both attaches itself to an unfortunate robot, and wraps them in a similar field, leaving them stuck to any metal surface they come into contact with but not actually brain-scrambled by the magnetics.
Yes, Screwdriver's toys rely heavily on SCIENCE.
Touching the beads while holding the container Screwdriver still has in hand will either ensure they remain inactive, or deactivate them when they do.
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Sideburn
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Post by Sideburn on Sept 28, 2007 20:51:35 GMT -5
Sideburn grins at Wedge. "Oh yeah? You better be glad I'm here to watch your back!"
Sideburn become distracted when he sees Screwdriver pull out her 'toy'. "Hey, what's that...?" He walks closer and leans in to get a better look, but doesn't touch. ...Yet.
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 29, 2007 16:46:07 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, another skilled repair technician would be highly appreciated," Perceptor observes to Sideburn as they both lean forward to examine Screwdriver's toy. "The Decepticons are not likely to ignore our presence once they are firmly entrenched. What level of what skills do you possess?"
Perceptor moves around the table where Screwdriver has dumped her beads, dropping an awkwardly comfortaing hand briefly on Bluestreak's shoulder as he passes.
"Wedge? Is your elbow still troubling you? Perhaps Sideburn could examine it while I see to Bluestreak and Screwdriver?" he asks as he continues to study the "sculpture."
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Post by Bumblebee on Sept 29, 2007 17:00:16 GMT -5
Bumblebee made his way slowly into the repair bay. So many new faces! Hey, there's something on the floor. Best to pick them up, lest someone slip up on them!
Bumblebee kneeled down to picked the first one up, and then placed it on a nearby metal table. However, when he went to get another bead, he couldn't move his hand! Bumblebee's shattered vocal capacitor made a confused sound as he tried yanking his arm off, but only managed to wobble the table a bit.
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