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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Jul 18, 2011 20:59:09 GMT -5
Bambi is saying she's going to document Swerve as an antique and write a paper on him. How many millions of years old and he's still ticking?
Bambi does quiet for now, just waiting and watching, readying for the moment to strike to follow Swerve and/or Perceptor's directions.
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Post by Swerve on Jul 27, 2011 18:59:10 GMT -5
Kup is way older than Swerve. Go write a paper about him. Swerve's sidelong glance at Bambi becomes an annoyed stare and he turns it on her full-force, jaw grinding.
"You got too much sand in your receivers?" he demands. "I said, you wanna make yourself useful, get that weird-lookin' spoiler of yours over here and turn this blasted arm so I can make my adjustments!"
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 7, 2011 21:03:57 GMT -5
"Oh. Oh! Yes," Perceptor exclaims, setting the tool down and almost tripping over his own feet to get into the appropriate position. "Of course!"
Swerve... is letting them assist. Perceptor is so enchanted and surprised by this turn of events, that he is tempted to call Kup and thank him for the old mech's patience. And to get Kup to come document the event. It's... rather a red letter day, truth be told.
"Like so?" he asks, adjusting the appendage to the requested angle.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 12, 2011 20:10:21 GMT -5
Bambi can write many, many papers!
Perceptor has turning the arm covered, and he's also the one who is supposed to be passing tools, so... yeah. Bambi continues to watch and make mental notes.
OOC: Apologies. I misread and goofed up.
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Post by Swerve on Aug 19, 2011 12:53:05 GMT -5
Given that Swerve expected Bambi to do the holding after her talk of Mings and things, it takes him a moment to change gears. Perceptor has bigger hands, too, and that brings its own complications.
"Yeah," Swerve grumbles, "just keep your fingers outta my way." And assuming this works out, Swerve goes on with those small, painstaking adjustments, all tedious work that ensures he gets the smoothness of motion and reaction time he wants. Once he finishes this side, he mumbles for a rotation so he can tackle the other side. "You," he adds, glancing over at Bambi again. "Gimme the number four driver off that table to your right." It's an arrangement of very small, delicate-looking tools on that table, made for work just such as this. Unfortunately, since Swerve is the only one to ever use them, they aren't labelled.
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 20, 2011 20:40:47 GMT -5
ooc: actually I goofed, too. sorry.
"Yes, Swerve. Of course," Perceptor replies, almost pathetically grateful for this unexpected opportunity to assist Swerve. And while he may be larger, and have larger hands, he is also quite used to handling microscopic elements; keeping his fingers out of the way should be easily accomplished, with a minimum of snarls from Swerve.
Hopefully.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Aug 23, 2011 21:31:25 GMT -5
Bambi stares at the tray of tools. Number four driver. She pulls out a datapad and looks at the tools list. However, these tools are only used by Swerve, so... nuts! Bambi scowls at her datapad, which has failed her.
Then Bambi pins back her feathers and asks, "Uh, what it look like? Me Bambi no see these tools before. Them tools not in list."
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Post by Swerve on Aug 25, 2011 11:02:48 GMT -5
"That's because they're mine," Swerve says, vaguely distracted by his work, "and I only use 'em for this kinda thing." Which he hasn't really done up to this point since arriving, so there's been no need even to haul out this set. He heaves a low, growling sigh, all hot air that Perceptor, standing so close as he is, might feel. Swerve explains, rather stiffly since sharing info on his custom tools doesn't come easily, "It's the driver third from the right, 'bout as long as my hand with the small, star-shaped head. One-point-five diameter." One-point-five what? Probably space metric, or whatever works for the narrative.
Now that things are at least bolted securely enough that his arm shouldn't fall off under its own weight, Swerve glances up at Perceptor.
"Lemme check it," he says, flexing his new hand. The motion is still jerky, but there are still a small number of lines to be connected, and calibrations to be made after that. Given his slapdash surgery methods, the painstaking care he puts into his own maintenance must look odd. He tries not to think about that.
There's still the other arm and then his back to get through after this. He has to find a way to get them out before he starts on his back. Although, says a mutinous little sub-processor, it would go faster and might even be safer with help.
OOC: Lemme know if you're keen on doing a timeskip. I'm enjoying the thread, but I don't want it to get boring for you guys.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Sept 9, 2011 21:10:08 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Perceptor due to timeout.
"You Swerve specialist," Bambi comments, mostly to herself as a note. Specialists use strange tools. She manages to follows his helpful, grid-like descriptions to find the driver he means. She doesn't touch the tip, instead picking it up near where the handle attaches to the shaft, and then she reserves her grip on it. So she hands it to Swerve handle first.
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Post by Swerve on Sept 11, 2011 22:57:38 GMT -5
Swerve doesn't even blink at the dignified way Bambi passes off the driver; he just nods an acknowledgement, then gets to the adjustments. With those done, he tests his arm again; the movement's much more to his liking this time, fluid but not too loose, with the response time he prefers. Assuming Perceptor cooperates, Swerve can finish this arm and treat his assistants to the reverse of this whole process as he goes on to detach the other limb.
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 14, 2011 11:20:30 GMT -5
Perceptor is only too happy to cooperate! He's just being (surprisingly) quiet out of a desire to not irritate Swerve with needless talk, and get himself - and possibly Bambi as well - evicted from the room. He is also intently studying every bit of the structures that Swerve reveals during his work, making notations and already plotting out the specs on some of the new ferro-cermaics he is attempting to develop, because, yes, he's feeling that heat, and every little bit he can offer to assist Swerve is another step toward winning the racer over, he hopes.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Sept 14, 2011 12:56:04 GMT -5
Bambi doesn't want to get dinosaur electrons on Swerve's tools! He might not appreciate the contamination. She observes, "Them humans no can do this easily. Reattaching limbs hard."
She takes a step back, mostly keeping her distance, except to pass tolls to Swerve when he asks for them, because the heat has her just a bit concerned. Bambi tends to be volatile... in the sense that she catches on fire easily.
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Post by Swerve on Sept 15, 2011 22:27:50 GMT -5
If Bambi mentions dinosaur electrons, Swerve will have to call dross on the whole idea for sheer insanity.
"Their problem," Swerve grumps to her as he sets aside the old arm. Then he looks up at Perceptor, new arm in hand. "Hold this steady at the socket," he advises, "with the shoulder rotated… nn…." He scowls at his own limb, considering. "Ninety degrees back." Good thing for Bambi that she and Perceptor accidentally swapped jobs, isn't it?
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Sept 24, 2011 20:38:39 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Perceptor due to timeout.
Clearly, at some point, Swerve must be forced into solving a mystery involving dinosaur electrons.
Anyway, yes, it is probably a good thing that flammable Bambi is not holding onto the hot little racer and is instead passing over tools. She is learning so much about random Speedian tuning tools! To further enrich her knowledge, Bambi asks, "How you Swerve make arm better?"
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Post by Swerve on Oct 4, 2011 19:33:31 GMT -5
With Perceptor probably doing as requested for the sake of the narrative, Swerve works. And in between silent spells and low, distracted noises, he grudgingly talks.
"New joints," he mutters at Bambi from the side of his mouth, keeping his gaze focused on the fine little screws he was setting. "Lighter materials. Added some swivels and pivots so I get better movement." He mumbles for the tool he set down two changes ago and for a while says nothing. Then he adds, "Slides for my pipes. And," this part Bambi can probably see with the external plate not yet in place, "brand new servos and actuators. Reaction time's been down."
If she doesn't like the lack of details, she'll have to deal. Swerve's uncomfortable enough enumerating the changes. Explaining everything is as likely to happen as the racer taking up gardening.
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