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Post by Override on Jul 15, 2011 21:04:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, erm, sorry," Override says as she realizes that the term isn't familiar for new arrivals. "That's just one short hand way we have of referring to the spot where we got yanked here from, time-wise. We kind of try and get timelines for the different realities hashed out."
She leans back and looks at Rattrap. "Hey, Rattrap, aren't you one of the folks authorized for the full security interviews?"
OOC: Do we want to fade out on the interview?
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 15, 2011 23:17:27 GMT -5
"Kid," says Rattrap with a perfectly jaded expression on his face as he consults his datapad again to open a file on Zippo and immediately adds the pull-point he just mentioned, "I've eaten fungi that worried me more than you. You're just another saurian wit' a speech impediment; you bite me and vetting process or not, I'll toss yer skidplate in the brig for assaultin' an officer and for messin' up my fur." Some of those fungi gave him pretty crazy hallucinations for days, too. A lizard taking a chunk from his hide loses its sting when he still remembers a time he thought his teeth were melting out through his ears and that his fur was made from geranium-red fire ants singing to him of peace, donuts, and slaughter. It was when his superstructure turned into arsenic pudding and he couldn't move that he thought he might just leave mushrooms off the menu for the rest of his life.
Which was, of course, why he tried different mushrooms after that.
"Yeh," he answers Override. "How long's he been here?" he adds, tapping out an extra line. "Can't be too long, unless my time's off and I'm even later than I think."
OOC: Fade-out is preferred.
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Post by Zippo on Jul 16, 2011 16:42:25 GMT -5
Zippo has quickly taken a mild dislike to Rattrap, he doubted he was the first either; Override was much more pleasant company. Still, he could see climbing the power ladder here was going to take a lot of patience, possibly to the point of merely outliving everyone else.
Risk vs greed, always the great internal struggle, this time Zippo decided not to flee but to fight and take diplomacy to the high ground. “Clear and fair-fai point, I accept” Zippo gave an easy smile, “but may I ask, please do not-not refer to me as “kid”, it is demeaning, and secondly, the comment about my vocal pattern is a low-low blow and un-warranted”. Zippo then dropped the smile slightly and raised his left brow ridge, “I do hope-hope this diplomacy is not representative of-of all Maximals here”.
Zippo thought he knew Rattrap’s type, talks the talk and walks the walk, albeit form the shadows and how you least expect it. The small jab at the lack of nicety from the other Maximal was all he was willing to risk right now; Zippo had no inclination to make enemies, not now, not ever. He left his once former comrades because of that sort of thing.
OOC: are we talking about fading things out here, or just skipping the security/medical stuff?
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Post by Override on Jul 18, 2011 16:48:20 GMT -5
"You're chronometer's good," Override answers casually, swinging her legs around to prop them up on the terminal. "He's only been here a few minutes."
She doesn't comment on the brewing unpleasantness between the Maximals. They're big boys. Well, little boys, but still. Adults. They can sort it out themselves.
OOC: Well, I was thinking total fade since I'm running out of things to say, but if you guys have something we can just skip.
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Post by Rattrap on Jul 21, 2011 8:54:34 GMT -5
Zippo's playground attempt at being the bigger bot earns a full-blast look of scepticism from Rattrap, who adds the notes touchy about age and touchy about speech impediment to his file.
"Gotcha," he says to Override before looking at Zippo again. "Y'know," he says rather more loudly to be heard all the way up there, "fer somebody gettin' his circuits in knots over diplomacy and courtesy, you sure gotta weird way of showin' it, sittin' up there on that high horse and tryin' to hold a conversation wit' me, kid." It's reflex, like a verbal tic; he hasn't made any other nicknames for Zippo yet, and rare is the Maximal he meets out and about who's his age or close to it. Smelt, kid is being nice about it, given his mood. He adds, both more conversational and more scathing, one hand lifted in a sort of dismissive shrug, "Now, you want a Maximal who's gonna go all Mother Nature on ya so yer feelings don't get bruised, maybe we can get Botanica t' do this."
Seriously. The last thing Rattrap is interested in is coddling another kid-bot prone to the sulks; let Botanica field the delicate snowflakes. Cheetor was bad enough back home; the Cheetor here is at least grown-up enough to take a jab, and Blurr – who might technically be older than his CO but has this knack for coming across so much younger – just rolls with the punches. Holi… needs work. A lot of work. So does Firebolt. And Skid-Z…. Rattrap's optics stray to the list of notes in the other window and he scowls at it. Building some kind of group training session around his bunch has been one huge headache.
OOC: I was thinking full fade, too, honestly, unless there's a medic keen on playing out the checks.
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Post by Zippo on Jul 22, 2011 15:07:30 GMT -5
Rattrap’s retort gets a brief look of bogglement from Zippo, he looks up to Override, down to Rattrap, up again to Override and down once more to Rattrap. He finally settles on exasperation, a tiny lick of orange flame escaping from his teeth, clearly size differential was going to be a pain in the aft in these parts.
Well if he can’t impress the other Maximal, just maybe playing at nice can score a single solitary point with tall one. He jumps down from his perch on the “high horse” suddenly all smiles holding his hand out in the other near universal greeting “quite right, quite right, most-most inappropriate of me”, on the ground his optics almost perfectly the same level as Rattrap’s, “back-back on Earth, near half of us were fliers, and Magamatron towered over all-all of us, the whole optic level thing kinda flew-flew out the proverbial window”.
OOC: and good to fade now, thank you both.
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