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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 30, 2011 23:10:53 GMT -5
Early Day 19, Event Horizon medical ward. Open.
Emirate Xaaron doesn't have much free time. What he does have, he's been trying to spend pestering Impactor in the medical ward. He doesn't think of it as pestering, of course.
It is a testament to Emirate Xaaron's lack of free time that his back is still dented and there's still a stab wound clean through his head that has taken out his right optic, leaving only the sinister view. Soot clings to his gilded form.
It is a testament to the fact that Emirate Xaaron is pestering Impactor, despite whatever Emirate Xaaron may think he's doing, because he's brought an armload of board games with him: his shoddily hand-carved fullstasis set, Kalis Horror, Go, Strip Risk, Candyland, and, of course, Monotony. Sick people, traditionally, must be forced to play board games, and being dead is like being sick.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jan 31, 2011 22:17:29 GMT -5
Impactor has far too much free time. Unfortunately, he can't really do much with it besides read through the database, at least not until repairs are complete.
He looks up at Xaaron's arrival and narrows his optics, studying the Emirate for a while. Finally, he grunts and looks back down at the flat terminal that is being held over his medical berth by a simple, adjustable metal 'arm' attached to one side of the berth.
"You sure don't make it easy on the folks trying to keep you alive, do you?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Jan 31, 2011 22:51:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron sets the stacks of games down on a nearby medical berth. Then, he walks over to a closet, pulls out a folding table, drags it over, and sets it up right next to Impactor's berth, on the hand side. Next, he sets the stacks of games on the folding table.
He smiles at Impactor and leans over, asking, "Would you like to know how I die?"
It is a foolish thing to tease Impactor about, but the fact that Impactor is confined to a berth makes it slightly less reckless.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 1, 2011 14:40:14 GMT -5
Impactor watches Emirate Xaaron re-arrange the furniture. For his part, he has not yet moved his input terminal out of the way. As Xaaron sets the games on the table, he looks back at the database entry up until the Emirate leans over the table at him. Then he looks back up, holding Emirate Xaaron's gaze, and snorts.
"I'm figuring either doing something stupid or after torquing off the wrong person. Maybe both at the same time."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 1, 2011 15:04:51 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron asked if Impactor wanted to know how he dies. Impactor didn't answer yes or no; he just speculated on what he found the most likely. Emirate Xaaron bites his lip and strides off to fetch a folding chair from the closet. He sets it up on the the other side of the folding table.
Impactor didn't say yes. Emirate Xaaron spreads out the boxes of games on the table and explains, "You know fullstasis and Kalis Horror, Go and Candyland are from Earth, Monotony is Nebulan, and Strip Risk is something one of the troops bought down on Pz-Zazz. I'm not sure we've yet figured out the rules for the Gillananese games or not."
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 1, 2011 20:13:30 GMT -5
Impactor still does not slide the access terminal aside, stubbornly resisting the board games. Oh, he'll play them eventually. Xaaron is determined to play games, and sooner or later, Impactor always plays along.
"Not Kalis Horror. Lived it," he mutters, then glances up at Xaaron.
"So you gonna tell me or what?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 1, 2011 21:30:46 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron puts Kalis Horror away, leaving the other games on the table. Perhaps that one was in bad taste, but it does give him an idea of just how much of as trigger or non-trigger the Kalis ordeal was for poor Impactor. So Impactor won't slam him against a wall over mentioning the subject, but he doesn't seem particularly pleased. Good to know.
He looks over the rules translation taped to the Monotony box and wonders why anyone would ever want to play such a game. Nebulans are weird. Emirate Xaaron shrugs and looks up at Impactor, asking, "Do you actually want to know, or are you just assuming I'm going to tell you no matter what you want?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 1, 2011 22:42:24 GMT -5
"I'm assuming that you usually don't let me not saying 'yes' make much of a difference in what you're actually planning," Impactor answers, looking back down at the access terminal. He stares at it for several more moments, then finally slumps and pushes the thing aside, the joints on the arm creeking faintly. The arm attached to the terminal, not Impactor's - his arm creeks louder.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 1, 2011 23:34:37 GMT -5
"You're assuming I was planning on telling you about my death. I was planning on playing some games!" Emirate Xaaron corrects, grinning. Of course, he hasn't denied the desire to regale Impactor with talk of his demise.
He tries not to think about Impactor's creaking arm. Instead, he just nudges the boxes a bit closer to Impactor and asks, "So, what do you feel like playing, my friend?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 2, 2011 21:51:41 GMT -5
Impactor shrugs and points at Full Stasis with his harpoon before shifting slightly in his seat, so as to allow himself better access to the game.
"I've spent the last day learning stuff. I'm not interested in learning new rules for some idiodic alien game."
Impactor is speciesist.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 2, 2011 23:33:06 GMT -5
"That's all I've been doing since I arrived here," Emirate Xaaron says, optics crinkled with a smile, and he laughs. Learning how to live offworld! "I'm glad to hear you've kept your mind busy. It is one of your better features. Underground rules?"
Emirate Xaaron puts aside the other boxes and starts setting up the board, which is simple metal. It's pretty obvious that Emirate Xaaron made it himself, and his artistic skills aren't the best, but Impactor might recognise who Emirate Xaaron had in mind for certain figures when he was carving.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 3, 2011 22:16:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, sure," he mutters, shifting again. He frowns as one of the panels on his right shoulder, right next to his cannon, comes loose, and he reaches up with his fist to slam it back into place. Then he studies the board, optics narrowed and suspicious, before reaching forward to lift up one of the pieces. The Commando.
He glances at Emirate Xaaron, shrugs, and sets the piece back down. Then he smirks. "You're purple."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 3, 2011 22:38:25 GMT -5
"You're purple," Emirate Xaaron shoots back, but all the same, he does set up Impactor with the heroic red Autobot side, keeping the dastardly purple Decepticon side for himself.
Given Impactor's interest in some of the figures, Emirate Xaaron asks, "Do you like it? I made it myself. Anyway, do you want to go first or second?"
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Feb 4, 2011 19:04:08 GMT -5
Impactor smirks as Xaaron points out what color he is, and shrugs.
"You're purple, aren't you?" he asks, answering the question with a question. Purple traditionally moves first in Underground rules. The person who moves first is actually at a bit of a tactical disadvantage, but Impactor is not too proud to claim his advantages where he can get them. Besides, in this game, against this player, he'll need it.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 4, 2011 20:47:41 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron assumes a put-upon expression and stares up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at Impactor and deadpanning, "Fine, I will recklessly oppress your populace."
He lets his fingers dance over the pieces, pausing on the Sniper, and he admits, "I'd have carved him as Breakaway if I'd known him then." Instead, it is Sureshot. Emirate Xaaron lingers a moment longer on the Sniper and then looks over the rest of the board.
He reaches out and swaps his Fortress with one of his Infantry. Oppressing the populace, indeed!
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