Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 12, 2011 17:53:54 GMT -5
The driver moves their vehicle around the tan SUV, then pulls it aside to a stop and puts it into park.
He returns the passenger's look with a serious one of his own, then breaks into a grin.
"Geiger counters!"
He opens up the storage compartment between the front seats and reaches in, pulling out a small leather case on a strap. However, he hesitates before reaching over to open the door and glances back at the passenger, checking for orders, perhaps.
Counterpunch, meanwhile, just stays completely still. He's become fairly certain, however, this isn't some kind of maintenance crew.
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Clio
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Post by Clio on Aug 13, 2011 12:22:44 GMT -5
Clio hunches on her wheels in vehicle mode, which is how she's been the entire time since she can't transform out of vehicle mode without Patra. Any evidence to the contrary was an animation error and the forgetfulness of her player. She hates being out of place around her species of study.
She sends a head's up to Patra to figure out a way to quickly leave the tour if necessary. Perhaps these humans will lead to trouble, perhaps they won't. But Clio is not leaving without her Nebulan if things go south.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 13, 2011 15:23:14 GMT -5
"Geiger counters," the passenger agrees, nodding and opening the leather case. He pulls out one of the instruments inside and exits the vehicle, shutting the door behind him and approaching the closest vehicle (the tan SUV, to be specific). The man passes the wand of the Geiger counter over the hood of the car. Not getting any reading, he proceeds to wave it over more of the vehicle.
"I got nothing," he says to the other man.
Swindle just sits there, cataloging the various vesicants he has in his drawer to pass the time.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 13, 2011 21:02:14 GMT -5
Patra should have no problem getting away from her tour group. Tours run regularly, and people are allowed to straggle behind their group in order to view areas of interest longer, with the assumption that a later group will eventually catch up with them.
The dark man approaches Clio with his own Geiger counter, watching it for some sort of reading beyond normal background levels, though he does occasionally glance around, as though expecting trouble. As much as he'd like to get a closer look at that sports car (is that really a GINA?), Clio happens to be nearer.
He shakes his head faintly and says out loud, "Nothing so far."
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Clio
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Post by Clio on Aug 14, 2011 10:06:15 GMT -5
Clio keeps wary sensors on the strange humans as one of the waves a device over her. How annoyingly intrusive. Patra reminds her that she's a bit of a hypocrite, given that she's been intrusively studying sentient races for how long? Clio brushes the idea off, however. After all, she's a Cybertronian scientist studying lesser, organic races. It's not the same thing at all!
Patra gives her the cold shoulder and Clio sighs mentally. Her partner can be so touchy sometimes.
She has nothing to do but sit and bear investigation, however, unless she wants to break cover. She wished she could contact her teammates, but with antennae all around...
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 14, 2011 17:00:45 GMT -5
"Weird. Alright, then, let's try the . . . uh, the watchacallit, the fancy shapeshifting sports car. I tell you, Mike, even if we don't get a reading, there's something fishy going on with this whole operation. I can feel it in my gut," the black-suited man who had been in the passenger seat proclaims, moving toward the GINA.
Swindle meanwhile does nothing. He's not going to be the first to break cover and get chewed out by Scourge.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 15, 2011 13:16:09 GMT -5
Counterpunch certainly doesn't break cover. Ever. Not even as both of the suit-clad men approach to investigate.
The dark man nods at the other's comment. "Yeah. Something off about this whole deal." He looks over the blue GINA as he checks it for radiation, frowning as the readings show nothing special. Then he snorts. "I would say something about how if these scientist can afford a car like this, I'm in the wrong line of work, but, well, I'm married to one." He pauses, then smirks. "A scientist, not a car." Though his scientist drives an abnormally nice car, that's not due to income from her career choice.
He shakes his head and hisses. "Nothing." Then he looks up at the other man. "Maybe we should just check what we came out here for?"
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Clio
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Post by Clio on Aug 15, 2011 17:50:46 GMT -5
Nothing to see here, humans, move along. While she is perfectly capable of waiting in one place all day, and has done so on some occasions, Clio would really rather not, especially when the scenery is so uninteresting.
She is a bit curious about what the humans are after. Surely not the same thing as they are?
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 17, 2011 14:36:19 GMT -5
"How is Lucy, anyway? Find any aliens lately?" the lighter man replies, smirking as he holsters his Geiger counter. He gives the GINA a long look, eyes narrowed, before turning back to face his companion. "Alright, let's get this show on the road. We can at least nail whatever's going on with the radio telescope, even if we don't catch anything," he says wistfully as he heads toward the massive central antenna.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 17, 2011 20:03:30 GMT -5
The dark man grins with amusement as the other man mentions his wife's little... eccentricities. "As a matter fact, she's in Rome right now. Just gave me a call yesterday going on about how she's found 'undeniable evidence' that the formula for Roman concrete was given to them by... waaaait for it... aliens!" He gives a fondly amused snort. "Who'd have thought it, huh?"
"But yeah, you're right. Can't hang out here all day just hoping something happens." As he speaks, he strolls back to the black SUV and pulls another leather case1 and a small tool kit out. Then he turns and walks back towards the center antenna, passing the Clio and the GINA, and hands the other man the leather case while he starts to open the access hatch on the base.
1 Advanced but portable sensors are always carried around in black leather cases with straps.2
2 No, really! Just look at a tricorder!
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 18, 2011 18:53:11 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Clio by player request.
The light man takes the leather case, tapping his foot impatiently as the darker man opens the access panel. He occasionally looks over his shoulder to glower at the cars. He's not obsessed or anything, really.
Once the panel is open, he takes a little flashlight from his pocket and shines it inside. "Well, well. Look at this."
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 18, 2011 21:46:46 GMT -5
The darker man looks in, snorts, and shakes his head. "Gee. Parts manufactured by our old friends at Kao-Nik. I should probably be more surprised." He looks at the lighter man. "Why am I as surprised as I should be?"
He rubs the back of his neck and shakes his head. "How much you wanna bet those things have functions that aren't on the official schematics. Taking them out for study's gonna shut down the official work, though."
The GINA remains perfectly still, even when the lighter man is not looking at him. He is not the sort of car that plays tricks while people aren't looking and then just returns to normal when he's once again being watched.
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Clio
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Post by Clio on Aug 20, 2011 19:25:34 GMT -5
While Clio sits and waits, observing with curiosity and slight annoyance as the humans appear to be going their job, Patra is busy extricating herself from the tour. The Nebulan would prefer to be easily reachable by Clio, in case her partner needs her to slip into her Powermaster armor. Who knows, maybe the great big robots will even need this little organic to step in for them!
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 22, 2011 21:04:18 GMT -5
"Freakin' K-Tech parts in everything. I don't like it," the lighter man says discontentedly. "Leave 'em for now. We'll see if we can get clearance to yank them when we get back to HQ." He squats down, adjusting the angle of his flashlight beam and scuffing the sand with his impeccably polished shoes.
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Counterpunch
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The Overlord, His Peerless Highness, Arch Duke Counterpunch. The Salient Vanquisher of His Own Mind
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 24, 2011 21:59:11 GMT -5
The darker man nods, sighing. "Well, at least we've confirmed that something screwy's going on," he says as he starts to replace the cover. He looks over at the vehicles, eyes narrowed suspiciously behind his glasses. "Though I still think there's more going on here than just a weird signal and K-Tech parts."
He keeps working, then asks, "We... really shouldn't try to just... pop one of the hoods or something, should we? Probably not the GINA, their hoods don't just 'pop' anyway, but..."
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