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Post by Cheetor on Jan 18, 2011 21:10:14 GMT -5
Day 29, after That Darn Cat and the standard processing that would go on post-arrival. Open.----- After getting hooked up with a map of the Event Horizon and with directions to where to find Rattrap, Cheetor finally makes his way to Rattrap's quarters. "Definitely Rattrap's room - I can tell by the smell, and I'm not even inside yet..." He shakes his head a moment, then gives a light knock at the door.
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Rattrap
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 19, 2011 15:00:44 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Rattrap's neat and tidy roommate, it isn't only his room. His corner of it, however, might explain why Glyph is practically never in the room at the same time he is. He isn't going to blame her; he knows it stinks despite his best efforts to keep out most of the actual garbage. But the reek is less of refuse and more of decaying, rusted metal, which is probably just as offensive, and chemicals of varying degrees of acerbity, none of them anything less than aromatic.
Rattrap being who he is, he has smuggled in salvaged furniture – most of it from Gillanan III, actually, and all of it metal – to dress up and clutter his space in the otherwise ridiculously spacious room. It isn't just for show; inspection reveals tools as well: beakers, flasks, scales, tiny scoops, and other accoutrements of his delightfully explodey profession. He's no chemist, but he can at least fill charges to his own specifications. In fact, he's in the middle of measuring and weighing powder when that knock interrupts him.
"Now," he grumbles to the tabletop, "if it was important, somebody woulda radioed. Or just come right on in." Louder, he adds, "It bettah be good!"
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Cheetor
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Post by Cheetor on Jan 19, 2011 15:58:19 GMT -5
The door opens, and Cheetor steps in, in robot mode with a rather lopsided grin on his face. "Hey, is that any way to greet an old friend?" He actually gets a look at Rattrap, and his eyes widen for a moment. "Whoa, talk about a blast from the past - there's a form I haven't seen in a long, long time." Not counting the brief bit when they first got back to Cybertron.
...which probably means that this Rattrap is the guy who gave him so much scrap back in the day. This should be interesting, to say the very least.
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 22, 2011 14:44:26 GMT -5
The response is reflex; Rattrap says it without even having to think about it.
"Spots," he quips back, still glowering at his work, "you and me are old friends about as much as me and Dinobot are bosom buddies." A beat passes before Rattrap blinks. Then it hits him; he drops everything – literally – and spins his chair around to gawk. "Furball?! You–" But he stops again once he absorbs the visual impact of the tallest, gangliest Cheetor he's ever seen. Hard to tell from a seated position, but Rattrap wouldn't bet against Dinobot having to look up either. Then there's a lot about the kid – like the weird, smooth, blended look to his plating – that reminds Rattrap of Botanica.
So much for a familiar face.
"…Always said ya needed to grow up, kid," he goes on lamely with that defeated, deflated tone it took years to perfect so it sounds like he's just brushing off the matter at hand, "but this is goin' overboard." Then, just as abruptly, he turns back to his measuring… and realises he screwed up. He curses and throws his hands in the air, sits there a couple nano-kliks, then heaves a sigh and cleans up to start over. "Lemme guess," he says, flat and neutral, only once he's started measuring again. "Yer from that same slagged-out future as the Shriekin' Violet."
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Cheetor
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Post by Cheetor on Jan 22, 2011 15:10:01 GMT -5
There's a side of Rattrap Cheetor hasn't seen in a long time.
He steps in, walking around to the side of the table. "Well, not like I had much of a choice in the matter," he says with a half-chuckle. "And yeah, if you mean Botanica, we're apparently from the same reality. Though I'm apparently from her past. Either way, though - 'slagged out' is a good term for it." Especially after what just happened before Cheetor left.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 22, 2011 19:57:16 GMT -5
The door behind Cheetor opens and Long Haul plods in. He's actually not all that taller than Cheetor, at least not as a robot, since he's absurdly small compared with his alternate mode.
He stops suddenly and his optic band flickers with surprise as he realizes there's some sort of strange.. strange.. hnh. Long Haul isn't sure what to make of this thing! There are perhaps some similarities with Botanica. Long Haul tilts his head, staring rather openly at Cheetor. Finally, he asks, "Look, don't take this the wrong way, but you're pretty weird even for here, so... what the heck are you?"
Because there's no way that could possibly be read as insulting or anything.
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 23, 2011 20:13:14 GMT -5
"Kitty-cat," Rattrap says, still working, "dis is my other roomie, Long Haul. He ain't around much, though. Busy kinda guy." He sets aside a small, filled canister. "Long haul, dis is Cheetor. He decided he needed a costume change when I wasn't lookin', so how's about you two handle the rest o' the introductions while ol' Rattrap finishes up?" He waves one hand in a vaguely encouraging sort of flap.
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Post by Cheetor on Jan 27, 2011 1:44:47 GMT -5
Cheetor looks Long Haul up and down when he enters, then tilts his head a bit. Weren't the older Transformers a lot bigger the last time he saw them. Guess it can be chalked up to timey-wimey weirdness.
"I, uh - I'm a Maximal..." he starts, looking down at himself, then at Rattrap. "More like Botanica than Rattrap and Dinobot, though." He is a bit self-conscious now, though that should probably be expected around here.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 27, 2011 15:27:27 GMT -5
Long Haul stares at Cheetor for awhile longer. Finaly, he grunts and nods. "Arright," he answers, accepting the Maximal's explanation easily enough. He's been in this reality for too long for something like this to really phase him.
"Like the rat says, my name's Long Haul. Welcome to the Event Horizon." He trudges over to his terminal and sits down in front of it. "I'll see about getting you assigned a room. You might be by yourself at first, but don't expect that to be lasting for long."
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Post by Rattrap on Jan 29, 2011 1:50:15 GMT -5
Rattrap snorts at Long Haul's warning; thankfully, it doesn't disrupt the powder he's measuring out.
"Sharin' aiin't so bad so long as you get folks that work," he murmurs. Clearly, rooming with Long Haul and Glyph works quite well for him. The stench of sulfur in the air gets a little stronger before he adds, "So what's on the agenda t'day, Big Green?" And Rhinox will surely forgive Rattrap loaning out that nickname. Long Haul's a planning and engineering kinda bot, after all, and he's big and green.
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Post by Cheetor on Jan 30, 2011 14:45:22 GMT -5
Cheetor nods to Long Haul. "Alright, thanks." He steps around the room a bit, rubbing his head. "Man, to hear how things have been going here, seems like it'll be a cakewalk compared to all the stuff back home. At least not so much running away."
Not that he minds running - he just minds when Vehicons are trying to give him extra spots by the way of scorch marks.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 31, 2011 14:49:11 GMT -5
Long Haul rubs the back of his head as he considers Cheetor's words. "Runnin' away? Eh, only in that first big scuffle. And when the 'Cons and the other us destroyed our base, that was pretty rough, yeah." He looks at Rattrap and shrugs. "Medical watch in a bit. Gonna have to head off for that in a moment, actually. Other than that, just doing m'best to make sure the Event Horizon is supplied and all, and trying not to make it obvious how close we are to being as supplied as we're gonna get at this port."
He finishes a few entries and stands up. "Well, anyways, good to meet you, uhm, Cheetor. You'll probably be getting a medical check over from one of the others. I ain't so good on that partially organic stuff."
Long Haul still has a problem with how disorganized trees are.
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Post by Rattrap on Feb 10, 2011 13:00:20 GMT -5
Rattrap gives Long Haul a crooked grin over his shoulder, turning just enough on his seat for his face to really be visible.
"Not makin' it obvious?" he wonders. "You ain't stallin' so we can hang around a little longer, are ya?" His tone says nothing of the sort, however; his tone is much more cynical, like he's asking instead if Long Haul's keeping things mum to keep morale up. Then Rattrap shrugs it off. "Eh, hangin' around in one place too long gets borin' anyway." He turns back to his powders and pastes and wires and, distracted, he adds in a low mutter, "Can't say I'm too broken up over not bein' stuck on some other middle o' nowhere planet." Then he stiffens, remembering just how upset Long Haul had been over the loss of the base. The big guy had put a lot of work into that old garage and it got wiped off the map.
After a bit of silence, Rattrap grimaces toward the wall and he seems to shrink just a little with his chagrin.
"…Shame t' lose the base, though," he says, temporising.
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Post by Cheetor on Feb 13, 2011 19:34:49 GMT -5
Cheetor turns his head to Long Haul. "Botanica already took care of the medical stuff. I'm good to go, seems like," despite being turned into Technomatter just a few megacycles earlier.
He finds himself to be a bit out of the loop with the discussion, but the base line does hit home to a degree. "I know that feeling all too well." He sighs. "The Axalon was a good ship." And more than a ship - that was home for a long time.
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Post by Long Haul on Feb 13, 2011 20:22:08 GMT -5
"Wha-? Naw," Long Haul answers Rattrap, waving a hand absently. "S'just... if any of the other side are tracking our purchases and stuff, don't want them knowing how ready we are to leave, y'know?"
Logistics as Counterintelligence? Why not?
At the final comment, he nods faintly. "Yeah, well... from what I can tell, I'm gonna have to get a bit more used to my stuff... my stuff not lasting like it used to." He shrugs. "Don't like it, but ain't like I've got time to dwell. There's stuff to do."
He inclines his head towards Cheetor. "Nice to meetcha, Cheetor. I'll be seein' you around, I imagine." With that, he turns and plods out.
OOC: Out of thread.
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