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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 22, 2011 21:57:07 GMT -5
OOC: Day Five. Starts just Prior to Applied Theology and will overlap it. Semi-private, ask before joining, although most characters will soon ICly be on watch or at one of the meetings.
"I. am. leaving," Impactor declares angrily. "I'm mobile, I'm not much worse than I've been lately in general, it's not like I won't be back later, and if I don't see some other section of the ship besides the inside of this room, and soon, there's gonna be a whole lot more repairs needed, got it?" He glares at Perceptor with annoyance where he stands, halfway to the door. He snorts in disgust, muttering, "Never imagined I'd become a sickbay commando!"
"Hey, but at least you wear it well!" Rodimus Prime shouts out with a grin from his berth. He'd been tucked away in the most comfortable available area of medical (in as much as any area of medical is comfortable), but Impactor is being loud enough that even Rodimus's attention is caught.
Impactor grunts. "Keep it up, Hippie Prime," he growls. "Least it was nice to see someone else falling apart faster than me for once."
Being stuck in medical with Rodimus for several days may also be contributing to Impactor's foul mood.
OOC: I'll be running both Impactor and Rodimus from this account until Impactor leaves, which will be shortly. Perceptor's presence posted with permission.
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 22, 2011 22:05:54 GMT -5
Perceptor squawks in a very undignified manner as Impactor makes his wishes known. "Mobile does not mean in optimal condition, though!" he refutes as he pushes away from a berth covered with datapads and attempts to intercept Impactor. "Simply being capable of being ambulatory does not make such activity advisable!"
He plants himself directly in Impactor's path and tries to look imposing.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 22, 2011 22:19:29 GMT -5
"I haven't been in optimal condition since I got here!" Impactor roars, definitely not cowed by the scientist's attempts to be imposing. "I'm dead. I don't do optimal condition anymore! But laying around here is starting to make me feel like I belong in that room of 'spare parts' you got back there!" He points towards the morgue with the tip of his harpoon.
"I'll be back. Not like I got a choice, I don't heal right on my own anymore. But right now I need to get out of here before I give in to my urge to put my harpoon through something!" And with those words, he attempts to push past Perceptor. "Besides, there's that big... whatever the Pit it is that everyone's supposed to be at."
At the mention of the 'whatever', Rodimus glances up from his berth and frowns faintly. Had Impactor been watching him, he might have suspected that Rodimus is in on whatever's going on.
And he'd be right.
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 22, 2011 22:53:17 GMT -5
"That is precisely why I am approaching your treatment in such a conservative manner!" Perceptor replies, stubbornly refusing to be pushed to one side. He;s doing a surprisingly good job of it, too, but that is probably more likely attributed to Impactor's unwillingness to damage his doctor or fellow Autobot than any martial skill on Perceptor's part.
"Not that I mean to imply any state of fragility, however, it is because your own repair routines are comp-- EEP!" Pushed aside? No. Picked up by a harpoon under one arm and a rather strong hand clamped around his other arm, and then set aside firmly? Yes.
"Um. Yes. Well, then... Ah... see you when you return?" he asks in a small voice of Impactor's retreating back.
Ah yes. The big "whatever". The big whatever that Perceptor isn't really allowed to participate in, because no one trusts him to explain it succinctly enough. Once Impactor is out the door, he heaves a defeated sigh, and turns to offer Rodimus a little shrug and hesitant smile. "That... went well?"
ooc: Impactor posed with permission.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 22, 2011 23:03:04 GMT -5
"You don't have any holes that you didn't start the talk with, so I'd say it went pretty well!" Rodimus answers almost too cheerfully from where he sits in his berth, playing a hand-held video game. He looks up.
"So Perceptor, how long d'you think it'll be before I can be out of here, anyway? I'm in pretty bad need of a fresh paint job after everything that happened!"
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 23, 2011 0:24:45 GMT -5
"A valid point," Perceptor replies with a faint chuckle. He sighs again and crosses back to the berth where all of his various notes are scattered and collects a couple of the datapads. "Additionally, the walls remain intact, as do the doors. I shall consider myself duly fortunate."
Actually, Perceptor is almost selfishly glad to have Impactor gone for at least a little while. His most recent work attempting to rectify both Magnus and Springer's situations have... aroused some interesting concerns.
"As soon as I am thoroughly convinced that your structures have regained their full integrity and that all of your systems are sound. The infection you suffered was, by far, the most advanced stage I have ever witnessed, so you will have to forgive me my conservative nature, Rodimus. There is, after all, more at stake than most realize," he explains as he pulls a seat closer to Roddy's berth and settles into it.
"Beyond those concerns..." He reaches over, and, if allowed, will rest a hand upon Roddy's forearm, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It was... distressing... seeing you in that state." After all, Perceptor may argue and disagree with Xaaron, but Rodimus is Rodimus, even if he is prematurely aged. Perceptor respects both Xaaron and Rodimus; he does not have a pre-existing emotional attachment to Xaaron the way he does Rodimus, however. And Xaaron... is not a Prime. Perceptor's Prime, for all that they hail from different realities. This Rodimus is close enough to his own for the irrational connection to exist in Perceptor's emotional cortex.
And Rodimus would have been the second he had failed to save, had the Corrostop not been effective.
He shakes his head and offers a small smile. "Soon. I promise. Acceptable?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 23, 2011 16:03:49 GMT -5
Rodimus sighs. "I guess it'll have to be good enough," he says, opening a menu on his hand-held system and flipping through the game options. "Though I'm hoping you mean a shorter 'soon.' If it's a longer 'soon,' I may have to pull an Impactor!"
He snorts, pulling up a scroller. "Even if he does insist on calling me 'Hippie Prime.'"
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 23, 2011 17:53:15 GMT -5
"My aim is for a 'shorter soon', yes," Perceptor replies, offering a wry smile. "You, however, do not present some of the same unique challenges that Impactor does. I can place you back in stasis if you get too lively for my tastes." He's joking. Maybe.
"However, perhaps I can offer a bit of a new distraction?" he asks, scooting his chair just a little closer to Roddy's berth. "I find myself in a bit of a quandary, and... I was hoping that, perhaps you might be willing to assist me."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 23, 2011 22:18:47 GMT -5
Rodimus smirks at Perceptor's 'thread.' "Hey, at least time in stasis goes quickly!" he replies glibly, but as Perceptor scoots closer and mentions his quandary, Rodimus's expression and tone sober. He puts away his video game and turns in the berth to face the scientist.
"Well, I'll do what I can. What's the problem?"
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 23, 2011 23:00:00 GMT -5
Perceptor seems to relax just a little, relieved at Roddy's willingness to speak with him. "Several problems which mirror each other, actually," he replies.
"I erred in my original theory regarding Springer. It is... a bit more complex than a mere shell program that is influencing his behavior. Or rather, was influencing. From what I have been able to deduce thus far, it is, in fact, a second personality inhabiting his processors."
"And it is overwriting Springer's original personality."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 23, 2011 23:57:10 GMT -5
Rodimus's optics open wide and he sits bolt upright. "Overwriting?!" he exclaims, suddenly concerned. Springer- not his Springer, but still... Springer! In fact, Rodimus starts to shift, as though he intends to bolt out of his berth and somehow tackle the problem head-on.
"You can fix it, right?"
It's not his Springer, but still... Springer! The concern for the Triple-changer should even seem familiar to Perceptor, given that Perceptor's own Rodimus apparently thought highly enough of his Springer to attempt to pass the Matrix on to him!
(And this despite the fact that Springer stole his gal.)
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 24, 2011 5:03:33 GMT -5
Perceptor reaches out and places a hand upon Roddy's chest, pushing him back into his berth. "Do not even contemplate it," he warns with narrowed optics. He had actually suspected that Rodimus may react in such a manner, perhaps wrongly, and purely based upon his memories of his own Rodimus and Springer, but, still. It's one of the reasons why he is breaking the news to Rodimus here and now: so that Rodimus can have privacy to sort his reaction out.
"I... am honestly not certain, Rodimus," he finally admits. "I am not certain that I am the correct instrument for this procedure, in fact. I am planning on consulting with Omega Supreme, actually, and requesting his assistance."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 24, 2011 15:22:54 GMT -5
"Omega!" Rodimus asks, startled, optics flickering. Then he actually does blink as he remembers something. "Oh, that's right! That's... my Omega doesn't have that ability." His Omega is much too young to be an ancient weapon of enslavement. He's also chattier. With a bizarre weakness to Buzzsaw.
He rubs his forehead and sighs. "It's worth a try. Primus! Poor Springer."
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Post by Perceptor on Feb 24, 2011 17:46:41 GMT -5
"Yes. It is a rather unique ability," Perceptor agrees. One would think that, at least. Considering Omega Supreme's abilities and the possibility of bringing him in on at least Springer, if not, perhaps, assisting with Ultra Magnus, has raised some interesting questions for Perceptor. Interesting questions regarding specific events that have transpired with other Autobots.
But his suspicions regarding the whole debacle of Sentinel's emotions really has very little to do with their current discussion.
Perceptor shakes those thoughts off and turns his attention back up to Rodimus. "Which one?" he asks, tilting his head as he gets to the heart of his concern in a rather oblique manner.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 24, 2011 20:12:38 GMT -5
Rodimus gives Perceptor a puzzled frown and shifts, laying a bit more on his side instead of his back. "What do you mean, which one? The one we've got! The other one is... is a copy, and the last I heard, mine was the only reality where you can bring a person completely back to life from a code back-up."
He tilts his head as he thinks things over, adding almost as an aside, "That doesn't always work right, anyway. It's kind of... strange."
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