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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Nov 9, 2010 21:15:29 GMT -5
Jetstorm is also looking around at the various things! Benzene cotton candy, gooey oil balls, arsenic truffles with aluminum dust, sillica wafers with berylium cream coating, nickel-plated jawbreakers, crystalized ethynol sprinkles on methane hydrate mochi...
The blue jet looks over at his twin. "I am having hard time deciding, brother!" He looks so distraught! Oh, first world problems.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 9, 2010 22:08:06 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime crosses his arms, leans casually against one of the display cases, and asks the bored and tired looking shop keeper, a Lithonian shuttle herself, "So... they're military spacejets. I just don't want to feed anything that'll make them explode, you know?"
The shop keeper looks at Sentinel Prime for a long moment then over at Jetstorm. Then she looks over at Jetfire, looking faintly puzzled. She finally says hesitantly, "Without knowing their engine specs, I wouldn't eat the Silicone Chews on the same tank as the Lithium Flowers - the heat released causes the Silicone Chews to start to cure into resin. Uhm. When they decide what they want, I can check if there's any conflicts?"
"That'd be good," Sentinel Prime nods absently and watches the kid-bots be... kid-bots. It's so weird, for him. He signed on for the military first thing he could, but he had the choice of it. He could have puttered around on an energon farm or something stupid like that, spent his youth as a useless, carefree civilian. The Twins were never given a choice. Does that even matter? Sentinel Prime told Botanica it doesn't, but now he's wondering if maybe they'd have rather just been them.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Nov 10, 2010 10:55:54 GMT -5
"Myself also, brother!" He wants to try them all! Unfortunately neither Sentinel's generosity nor his budget are likely to stretch that far.
Wandering over to a display of boxed candy, his attention is caught by a glint of foil flames. Picking it up, he reads the label: 'Gortiva's Fiery Meteors - Made with our secret exothermically reactive recipe, encased in an asbestos shell!' In smaller text off to one side is printed: 'Warning: May contain traces of thermite.'
"Ooh, ooh!" he holds up the box to Jetstorm. "What about this, brother? Is guaranteed to make you to belch fire!"
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Nov 13, 2010 19:07:54 GMT -5
Jetstorm wanders over, peering at the box, then grins, elbowing his brother good-naturedly. "Like you aren't doing that half the time already, brother? You add any more firepower and you will be burning down whole Event Horizon!"
The blue jet has a box of the nickel jawbreakers. "I think I will be trying these."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 13, 2010 20:57:51 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime doesn't exactly have experience buying candy for kid-bots. If he did, he would have just given them X amount of credits and told them to pick out what they wanted on that budget.
Sentinel Prime looks over the Fiery Meteors and the jawbreakers, and he touches his pointer fingers together and asks the shopkeeper, "Do those, uh, erm..."
"Actually break jaws?" she laughs. "Not in most cases, no. If they're military grade like you say, they shouldn't be any trouble. The Gortiva's are a little more dangerous, but if he has rocket engines, he should have a good enough tank lining."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Nov 15, 2010 9:51:16 GMT -5
"There can never be having too much fire!" Jetfire argues excitedly, elbowing Jetstorm back with a grin.
Approaching the shopkeeper and Sentinel he presents his selection to them. "Sentinel Prime, sir! This, please?" He adds in just a hint of a puppy dog expression.
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Nov 15, 2010 21:01:28 GMT -5
Jetstorm returns the returned elbow! "As long as there is being wind to put fire out should it get on the outside of hands!"
Then he pretty much mirrors Jetfire, holding up the jawbreakers. Somehow despite having a visor, he manages the same expression.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 17, 2010 19:26:41 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime looks at the box of fiery meteors skeptically. Then he looks at Jetfire. Then back at the box. Blast it. The kid-bots learned too quickly and too well (pretty much everything but especially) the innocent cyberpuppy look. Sentinel Prime caves and gestures to the storekeeper, directing, "Okay, ring 'em up, ma'am. But." He points a finger over at Jetfire and gives him the evil optic. "You're not going to eat them all at once. I'm not going to have Perceptor glitching me out for putting a hole in your tank, you understand?" The shopkeeper rings up the fiery meteors and the jawbreaker, and Sentinel Prime counts out the credits, checks the bill twice, and then hands the credits over, muttering, "Thanks." Now to herd the Twins back to the Event Horizon. - - - OOC: Hmm, want to skip back to the Event Horizon lounge or something?
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Nov 18, 2010 1:17:19 GMT -5
The innocent cyberpuppy face is a staple of all young 'bot programming!
"Thank you, Sentinel Prime, sir!" Jetstorm grins, taking his jawbreakers in-hand, then smirking at Jetfire. "Yeah, brother, no putting a hole in your tank, or other Autobots!"
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OOC: Sounds good, on your next post perhaps?
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Nov 19, 2010 10:25:45 GMT -5
Jetfire nods enthusiastically at Sentinel, retrieving his delicious treats. "Yes, sir, there will be no holing of tanks!"
Eying Jetstorm, he retorts, "Perhaps I should be putting hole where your processors should be, brother... oh wait, you are already having one!" He smirks back.
OOC: Time-skip sounds good!
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 25, 2010 10:22:58 GMT -5
OOC: Blast. Forgot I was up here. Apologies, gents.- - - Entering the more-used of the two lounges, Sentinel Prime looks around to see if anyone's here. He glances back and warns again, "Don't eat them all at once. Don't want you two to make yourselves sick with those things." Sentinel Prime is a master of nagging!
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Nov 25, 2010 18:57:26 GMT -5
Jetstorm pauses, one cheek bulging. If he had visible optics, he'd be doing the side-to-side nervous glance. "Yethhir!"
Crap, he's probably just given himself away. That box is about half-empty by now.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Nov 27, 2010 10:42:44 GMT -5
Jetfire is actually eating his at a relatively slow pace. Still, he clamps his mouth shut as he downs two of the fiery meteors at once and pops off a quick salute. Followed shortly by a gout of flame forcing its way up from his fuel tanks. He manages a five-foot flume!
"Ah, excusing me," he says, covering a grin with a hand.
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Post by Override on Nov 27, 2010 15:22:21 GMT -5
As it turns out, someone is in the lounge! Override is seated in front of one of the viewscreens playing a video game of some sort, though to be honest, she doesn't really look all that into it. This is, perhaps, why she's not particularly bothered by the distraction.
She glances up from the game. "Oh, hey, guys," she greets. However, while she is looking away, her on-screen car-avatar crashes. She glances back and just shrugs, setting the controller down. "You know, I don't really get the appeal, anyway."
Why would someone do fake-racing when they can actually drive somewhere? Even a hard-light sim against artificially created opponents would be more interesting than this!
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Nov 27, 2010 16:52:43 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime slaps his forehead with his hand, groaning something indistinct to himself, as the kid-bots are... kid-bots. AllSpark. What was Ultra Magnus thinking? These two should be back with their teacher-bot, except that they're bigger than most Autobots and so heavily armed that Jazz and Sentinel Prime between them had trouble wrangling the two of them. Yet more proof of Ultra Magnus's flawed judgement! He grumbles, "I swear on the Hammer, I look away one sparking moment, and you two wingnuts have found some new way to-"
Scree-bash-what? Almost giving himself whiplash at the noise, he twitches a little over the on-screen car crash, and Sentinel Prime asks, "What is that, one of those horror games?"
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