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Post by Drift on Jul 15, 2011 18:24:13 GMT -5
Drift's busy coughing at the sudden rush through his systems--if this is Autobot health fuel? he's...unhealthy. But unhealthy or not, choking or not, one thing Drift always is is...on guard. It's close, but he manages to drop his center of mass swiftly, stepping quickly off to the side as Perceptor whirls around. Look familiar, Mirage? Possibly because Drift picked that up from you. It's useful. He'll even give you a footnote.
He manages, even, not to spill what little is left in his glass beaker thing.
But he decides that Perceptor's work area needs to be marked out with little orange cones. Maybe get some of those things installed in the nerd that go 'beep beep' when he's in reverse. Give a mech a bit of warning. "I think it's fine," he says, continuing his trend of 'Anything Mirage Can Do, Drift Can Do....Something-er.' "Mechs should be glad they're getting nutrient additives at all."
Still, he can't help but look at the...completely bizarre fizzy thing that Perceptor whips up for Holi. And that whole 'doctor sir' thing. What the frag was that about? Drift hadn't spoken that way to anyone, not even when Turmoil had a cannon staring him in the face. He pitches his voice low, hopefully that only Perceptor can here. "Hey. Uh. Think your drink is making the blue one cry."
He finishes the last of his, slamming the beaker on the table with an air of triumph, optics ablaze. HA. Mirage. Just...Ha.
why is the room spinning?
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Zippo
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Post by Zippo on Jul 15, 2011 19:59:25 GMT -5
“Dimorphodon’t know what-what you’re talking about sorry. I’m Zippo yes-yes”. He decides to put away the datapad for now in favour ob being more sociable and alights down to the tabletop Mirage just placed his drink upon, six metallic toes clicking lightly on the surface. “Restrictions? No-no no restrictions, I can happily ingest anything a guzzler Autobot can plus-plus any organic fuel with-with suitably high calorific value”.
“Watchout…” his warning trails off as Drift makes his reflex save without spilling a drop. Someone should have given Zippo a warning as Drift slams his empty beaker down, the flier nearly steps back off the table but only makes his own save by firing the rocket on his back for a brief second of upthrust.
Is that Drift feeling tipsy after only one drink? Someone rolled low of their fortitude save.
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Post by Perceptor on Jul 20, 2011 19:11:32 GMT -5
It's a very narrow margin that Perceptor avoids colliding with Drift, and only because of Drift's reflexes. He offers an apologetic pat as he slips past to decant more fresh energon into one of the distillery apparatus.
"Excellent! That was the effect I was hoping to engender, yes," he replies to Scrapper, turning to offer him a happy nod.
"You are quite welcome, Holi," Perceptor replies, pleased at the young Micromaster's enjoyment. He misses, however, the near sniffle, as he turns to frown at Mirage.
"No, no, no, not at all," he replies, shaking his head. "Only Scrapper's was a biofuel blend. Although..." his voice trails off as he begins mixing things up again. "Perhaps with additional refining, the biofuel blends could be utilized to condense into energon to experiment with a more organic base..."
Almost as soon as a receptacle is emptied - such as that beaker Drift sets down with extreme prejudice - it is snatched up again and refilled with a new mix. Perceptor... may have been sampling his own blends already, as he seems to be in some sort of... almost frenetic rush to mix up as many different concoctions as he has empty beakers and cups for. He even sets out a low dish for Zippo, something that the Dimorphodon can manage with his ponderous facial structure. It's orange and fizzy with a dusting of sharp silver powder across the surface.
Drift gets handed a tall, clear cylinder of an opaque white fluid that has large blobs of teal floating formlessly through it like a giant lava lamp. Mirage's drink is replaced with a clarified, pale blue fluid that glows with a brilliant inner light, and Scrapper gets a refill of the bio-fuel blend, but with thin, rusty sticks filled with cobalt crystals to dip in it, as well.
Holi seems to be still working on his first bubble parfait, and Perceptor pauses to taste something he skims off the top of the liquid draining into another retort. It's an almost virulent purple, and it hums.
It also makes him smile with a vague, almost fuzzy sort of pleasure.
The room is spinning? Why... yes! It is! How delightful!
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Scrapper
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HELL YEAH! DOIN' STUFF!
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Post by Scrapper on Jul 20, 2011 22:25:41 GMT -5
Cobalt Crystal Rust sticks, huh? Scrapper'll have to remember to ask for some to take back home if they're any good. Scrapper takes a bite off of one...and they are! And they're even better when dipped into the biofuel. S'like...crunchy grainy tasty scrapmetal topped with a side of refreshin' blue icing.
Scrapper lets out a loud, bellowing belch, pausing his taste testing for a moment. After the disruption, he dips another rust stick into the biofuel and begins to chow down. "S'great how ya come up wit dis stuff, Percy!" Scrapper says. "Like a....what's dat phrase? Oh yeah! Like a stroke of genius or somethin'!"
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Holi
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Post by Holi on Jul 24, 2011 21:53:16 GMT -5
Holi will be at that parfait for a while yet, deliberately taking his time as he is. He sips, he chews, he listens, and he watches quietly. And once he finally finishes his treat, he might just be bold enough to reach for something that's left within his reach and looks tempting.
Mostly, as he watches, he watches Drift. And tries to work up the nerve to introduce himself. Though Scrapper's exchange with Perceptor distracts him, as does glancing every now and again toward Zippo.
OOC: Skippable until addressed.
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Post by Mirage on Jul 25, 2011 10:20:42 GMT -5
Mirage picks up the very appealing light blue concoction and holds it up to the light. He gives an appreciative murmur and starts to take a sip. Just before the fluid would actually hit his lips, the spy's optics widen, then narrow in annoyance.
With a sigh of regret, Mirage sets the drink back down on the table. "You know I am always willing to taste test your mixers, Perceptor, but I'm afraid I will have to take an acid rain check. Sentinel is calling yet another surprise training exercise."
"If you're still here when I'm done, perhaps I can sample what is left."
He nods at Drift, Scrapper, and Zippo and murmurs a quiet, "Good day." Holi, the spy attempts to pat on the shoulder before saying, "I'll ask Bambi if she minds another at training."
With one last negligent wave- and one last longing look at that drink- Mirage exits the mess.
OOC: Out of thread. Mention of Sentinel with permission.
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Zippo
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Post by Zippo on Jul 27, 2011 13:47:32 GMT -5
Skipping Drift due to timeout and Hiatus
Zippo would be mortified to discover that someone considers his wonderful muzzle to be ponderous. And it is certainly to his way of thinking far more utilitarian than the relatively tiny mouths sported by most and infinitely better than a permanent mouthplate, how do they enjoy energon goodies with those things?
He very graciously takes the saucer from Perceptor, “Many-many thanks. Do you…craft… such enchanting fuel mixers often yes-yes?” He eyes the contents in the dish, both with suspicion and curiosity; he tips it up allowing him to sip a small trickle.
The sensation makes his already large golden eyes widen further with sheer unadulterated delight, there’s a party in his mouth and Primus is on the turn tables. Zippo tilts his head back and jets a blue flame from between his teeth in appreciation.
“I had no idea drinks could be that good-good, truly you are a master of your art”. The little maximal takes another sip, a deeper one this time and the tingles spreading through him are already reaching his tail tip.
Holi isn’t the only one watching people and eyeing them up, Zippo is slowly forming his own views, so far he thinks Mirage must be some high class duelist or pen pusher. He tries to catch one of Holi’s glances, “Hi-hi, Zippo, aerial assault, at your service”.
My head feels light, who's playing with the gravity?
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 7, 2011 20:57:40 GMT -5
Ah, now you've all done it. You've asked questions. Tsk Tsk. You'll all learn better soon enough.
Because, in answer to both Scrapper and Zippo, Perceptor launches into a long, detailed explanation about chemistry, and molecular gastronomy. And combustion ratios of certain fuel blends. And the detailed physiology of a typical Cybertronian fuel regulation system. And Molecular Chemistry. And Electrical Engineering.
And every bit of it in an almost dizzying high rate of speed, and ebulliently cheerful. Almost... giddy.
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Scrapper
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Post by Scrapper on Aug 14, 2011 18:23:06 GMT -5
"Um," Scrapper blinks. "Yeah, Percy. That's, uh...interestin' to know." Scrapper frowns as he leans back towards the others and asks, "Pssst. Hey you huys catch any of dat?" he whispers.
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