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Post by Breakaway on Dec 27, 2010 21:02:11 GMT -5
Day 27, open to 'Bots and their ilk, but in or around private quarters, aboard the Event Horizon.
Breakaway trudges down the corridor, sparkling fresh out of the decon shower. He figures he ought to clean up after being planetside, considering who he wants to talk to. He arrives at the room shared by Mirage, Mayday, and Bambi, and knocks.
"Hey, Mayday my 'bot, you in?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Dec 27, 2010 21:25:26 GMT -5
What? Someone is at the door? Someone asking for him? Wait, is that Breakaway?
Mayday practically drops the tool he's polishing, fumbling with it so that it actually lands safely on his berth, and throws himself at the door. He then dawdles about in front of it, making little frantic motions with his hands. Will he look over-eager if he opens the door too fast? He doesn't want to seem pathetic and desperate or anything, he just thinks Breakaway is kind of cool. Wait, wait, is he taking too long now? He doesn't want to seem rude! Ack! What if Breakaway ends up leaving before he opens the door! Mayday doesn't get many guests that aren't for his roommates, he doesn't want to mess this up!
He almost slaps his hand against the door controls, hesitates, eyes the controls suspiciously, takes a few steps back from the door, tries to look casual, and sends a code to cue the door open.
Looking up from super-casually examining his fingertips, he says, "Yes?" His voice comes out far more high-pitched than he'd like.
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 27, 2010 22:16:03 GMT -5
Breakaway is aware that he is the coolest thing on two legs and a jet engine, but he tries not to beat people over the head with it.
"Hey Mayday," he says, extending a hand for a shake or a low-five or just to stare at awkwardly if the little guy is feeling particularly germ-phobic today. "I've kind of got an engineering proposal for you. Do you think that if you had the parts, you could convert an atmospheric craft for space flight?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Dec 27, 2010 22:40:23 GMT -5
Mayday will take Breakaway's opportunity to stare awkwardly at his offered hand. It's not that he doesn't want to shake Breakaway's hand. He likes the Breakaway! He would maybe possibly kind of like to be friends with Breakaway if the jet doesn't mind terribly, and he'd very much like to be friendly towards him. It's just that he doesn't want to shake Breakaway's hand. Hands touch a lot of things. Mayday doesn't like touching things. Some things.
Still, he does trust Breakaway and the jet does seem to have decent hygiene, so he bucks up and reaches out a hand to Breakaway and... pokes him in the middle of the palm with a finger. He quickly draws his hands back close to his chest and wiggles his fingers. He's thinking up an apology that he will undoubtedly stammer out near incomprehensibly when Breakaway distracts him with the magic words.
That would be the words 'space' and 'craft' occurring in the same sentence.
Mayday straightens up a bit and says, "Pfaw! I can convert a pile of mismatched scraps into a space craft. Converting one flying vehicle into another type of flying vehicle is nothing! Uh. At least if I'm making it into a space vehicle. I mean, I guess I could convert a spaceship into an airship, too, but that's not really my- hrm. Right. Yes-probably?"
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 27, 2010 22:54:18 GMT -5
Breakaway retracts his hand, seemingly satisfied with the palm-poke. Baby steps, little dude, baby steps.
"So, hypothetically, if a flying 'bot came to you with his schematics, you could come up with a plan to make him space-capable?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Dec 27, 2010 23:22:32 GMT -5
This is part of why Mayday thinks Breakaway is a cool guy. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by Mayday's, uh, eccentricities.
"Uh." One of his optics twitches a little. "Hypothetically? Plan. Hypothetical plan." Plans are good. Mayday likes plans; they don't involve touching things. Well, maybe a data pad or a computer, but those are easily sterilized and rarely contain deadly diseases. Except for maybe computer viruses, but then those generally aren't transmitted by touch, so as long as- "Plan! Right. Um... Probably. Maybe? Yes. Maybe."
He taps his face shield somewhere above his chin, staring vaguely upwards in thought. "Yeah, actually I think so, yeah. It might require a bit more research, I'm not exactly trained medically, I mean, machines are machines to a point, sure, but with a person you have to make sure you're not messing up anything vital to transforming or, y'know, life, but... yes."
He focuses on Breakaway and shrugs, looking a little surprised at his conclusion, though he's not entirely sure why.
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Post by Breakaway on Dec 29, 2010 23:05:33 GMT -5
Breakaway is a giant robot from space who likes to act like a fighter pilot from Earth. He also used to work for a guy who collects his enemies' faces and a guy who brings guns not only to knife fights, but to any other social function. And before that he worked for Megatron and Starscream. He's not really in any position to call people on their eccentricities.
"Cool! So you can do it, eventually. In the event that it becomes more than hypothetical. Good to know." And now Breakaway has done what he came here to do and is left awkwardly standing in front of Mayday's door.
"So, what do you do for fun?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Dec 31, 2010 22:49:48 GMT -5
Mayday's focus on Breakaway has already faded, his attention having wandered off to contemplate the possibilities of making aircraft into spacecraft. The idea has been planted. It cannot be ignored!
He can, however, be temporarily distracted from it.
"Huh, what, fun?" He snaps back from Daydream Land to stare wide-eyed at Breakaway. "Er, I, um, hrmgh..." What does he do for fun? What does he do for fun? Quick! What does he do in his spare time! "I, uh, clean... things...? Nnh, no, um, forget that, never mind." Cleaning is for his reassurance and peace of mind, not for fun. Uh, what else, what else? He works on the Event Horizon and the person shuttle he hopes to have? Well, that is enjoyable but it's also work, and not necessarily fun... Oh shoot, he feels like he's on one of those crazy game shows and he doesn't know the answer!
Because yeah, there's totally a right answer for what he personally does for fun.
"Um, um, I, hngh, er, maybe, wait-!" He pauses, mouth open, and looks like he might as well be puzzling out the meaning of life, the universe, and everything, instead of a simple personal question. "Uh, I... like to hook up to the ship's systems sometimes...? Maybe?" He hunches up and taps a knuckle against the face shield over his mouth.
All work and no play? Might explain a lot.
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Post by Breakaway on Jan 1, 2011 17:37:25 GMT -5
"So you work in your spare time?" No wonder the little dude is messed up! "You should get out more! Why not come down to the lounge, we'll watch a movie or something. It's perfectly clean, I promise." And if it's not, Mayday can bring a plastic tarp to sit on so he doesn't have to touch the furniture.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 2, 2011 18:35:00 GMT -5
Mayday looks a bit startled. "Me? The lounge? Watch a movie? With you?"
Is he being asked to hang out? He's being asked to hang out! Nobody's asked him to just hang out in ages! Mostly because he sequestered himself away on a tiny spacecraft and largely rejected face-to-fact contact with people... but that's besides the point! He'd forgotten that he kind of actually likes people, he was just never very good with them. And absence makes the spark grow fonder or something.
Either way, he totally wants to hang out with Breakaway! And he should probably say that instead of standing around looking awkward.
"Yes! I would like that!" he says, a little too loudly. "Er, I mean. That sounds... fun?"
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Post by Breakaway on Jan 2, 2011 20:46:45 GMT -5
Breakaway almost gives Mayday a friendly punch on the arm before he remembers not to. "Cool! We can watch 'The Right Stuff.' Or maybe 'Stealth.' 'Top Gun' is always good, I guess," he muses, trailing off.
"Or, um, what kind of movies do you like?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 3, 2011 15:14:15 GMT -5
"Uhhh..." Piloting a cargo ship isn't always the most thrilling of jobs - though he loved it! Let nobody say he didn't! - so Mayday had gotten into the habit of watching good old Cybertronian entertainment on the long haul between stops, and bizarrely managed to develop a taste in movies involving infection, outbreak, and body horror. Oh, sure, they scared the ever living slag out of him, but they also left him feeling kind of... vindicated.
But he also doesn't really want to admit that, so he just says, "Whatever you want to watch is fine! I'm not picky!"
He gets to hang out with someone cool, that's good enough for him!
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Post by Breakaway on Jan 4, 2011 16:08:21 GMT -5
If only Mayday would tell Breakaway about his taste in movies, they could watch Alien, which involves a bunch of cargo ship workers getting eaten by a body horror. And then they could watch the sequel, which is action-y and military-y.
The jetformer shrugs. "We'll rifle through the catalog when we get to the lounge, I guess," he says, heading in that direction.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 5, 2011 12:39:01 GMT -5
"Uh." Mayday pauses in the doorway, patting himself down briefly as he takes mental inventory of what cleaning supplies he has on him.
"Ah-" He glances back longingly at his berth, tempted to hurry over to it and grab some of his more heavy-duty equipment, just in case. Like maybe somebody died from something horrible on a couch or something...? Yeah. Right.
"Nnh." Bucking up, he ignores the siren call of a detergent gun and hurries after Breakaway. "Sounds good to me!"
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Post by Breakaway on Jan 6, 2011 12:24:23 GMT -5
If someone died from something horrible on a couch, the offending furniture would already have been decontaminated or burned or something.
Speaking of lounge furniture, after a brief and uninteresting walk down the hall, Breakaway arrives in the lounge, which has furniture in it. He notices Mayday doesn't appear to be carrying any cleaning supplies, which he thinks is a step in the right direction. Unless the little guy has them hidden in this "subspace" thing everyone else seems to have. Baby steps.
The jetformer moves over to a touchscreen to browse the catalog of stored entertainment, unless perhaps someone is already using it?
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