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Post by Bumblebee on Oct 16, 2007 3:01:39 GMT -5
Bumblebee's research of earth was from a website that vastly post-dates old detective movies. Now, if he used a lot of phrases like ROFLCOPTER or if he talked like, well, 'Hardwire', Bee would know all about that.
//i cannot contribute any further here. i will radio for someone with expertise to help you out. be careful.//
Bumblebee transformed and made his way back to the base, his radio crackling to life.
Help! I need somebody, Help! Not just anybody...
OOC: Exit Bumblebee.
- 'Help' By the Beatles.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 16, 2007 7:32:30 GMT -5
Long Haul heard the call on the radio! And, well, he has some technical expertise.
Since the emergancy repair station's all set up, and it doesn't look like they'll be needing it, anyway, Long Haul trundles up here in alt mode, transforms, and pokes his head in. "Bumblebee said you nee- wow." The Constructibot scratched the back of his head. "Y'know, I only even saw my first organic... stuff when I got here a couple of weeks back, but I'm pretty sure they ain't s'posed to go like this." Then he turns his head, and points. "Is that thing inside out?"
And now we see why Nightbeat is the detective, and not Long Haul.
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Post by First Aid on Oct 16, 2007 17:19:20 GMT -5
Wedge and Firebolt's section of the zoo is clear, and so First Aid pulls up in alt mode just closely enough behind Long Haul to hear his last few words. Inside out? Inside out is never good.
He transforms and says, as he moves to the other side of the door to take a look, "Hello, Long Haul, I - Oh." It takes a moment for him to recover the power of speech. There are so many things to say, and so many of them are totally inane.
He looks over the room carefully - dead animals, ominous improvised tools and weapons, Nightbeat, who he figures probably sent out the call, and disorder.
Finally, to Nightbeat, "Hello. I think this is going to take a while."
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 17, 2007 22:25:19 GMT -5
Nightbeat nods to the new arrivals. "Yeah. Gotta make sure none of this stuff blows up in our faces or sticks a spike up our afts out something," he says.
He just shakes his head. "Seen a lot of sick stuff before... but nothing quite like this."
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 18, 2007 6:51:21 GMT -5
The whole affair doesn't really have the same level of impact on Long Haul as it might on a being familiar with organics, although even the naive Constructibot can tell that the experience was probably unpleasant for the creatures that'd been pulled apart! He nods at Nightbeat, then moves to one of the cleaner areas to start investigating the weapons-in-progress.
OOC: I'm good for doing a 'fade to generic work' thing for this scene and closing the thread, if y ou guys are.
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Post by First Aid on Oct 18, 2007 8:54:04 GMT -5
"Mm. Clearly not a well mind," First Aid says, and steps lightly through the door, taking a different section than Long Haul's to look at. Might as well split up resources.
OOC: That'd be fine with me!
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Post by Nightbeat on Oct 18, 2007 21:51:37 GMT -5
And Nightbeat's going to take a third, though he will not be touching nearly as much. Instead, he wants to commit this all to memory for when he writes up his report.
Paperwork. The bane of his existence.
((OOC: fine with me. :-) ))
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