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Post by Drift on Dec 7, 2011 22:19:45 GMT -5
"At this point? Probably just inertia." Drift gives a wry snort, turning to grab a tray. If she's digging for stuff, he might as well get her a place to put it. "Where I'm from, can tell you why the war started."
He shrugs. Yeah, that'll go over well. "We thought we were trying to make things right."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 7, 2011 22:36:39 GMT -5
Pee-Dee tilts her head to look at Drift. "Never thought it would end this way, watching Paradise go down in flames?1"
Then she smiles at the offered tray and starts piling a seemingly random collection of junk on it.
1. "Night Riders", Stromkern
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Post by Drift on Dec 7, 2011 23:17:12 GMT -5
"...understatement. We lost Cybertron, where I'm from. All of us, homeless. I don't...none of us wanted that."
...had they?
He obediently holds the tray, tilting his head, trying to make some connection between the parts she's piling on it.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 7, 2011 23:42:56 GMT -5
They lost Cybertron? Pee-Dee's optics brighten with distress, and her charm flashes once, red and blue. She didn't know what she'd do if there wasn't a Junk to go home to. And the Moonlight Knight's reality lost Cybertron.
She takes the tray from him and balances it on a corner of the bin, then steps forward to hug him. "I'm so sorry."
OOC: Hugging and such with player permission.
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Post by Drift on Dec 7, 2011 23:55:38 GMT -5
Drift blinked, startled. Yeah, so much for warrior's reflexes, right? He was not prepared for...hugging. So his hands come up, unsure of what to do, just sort of hovering around.
"I'm...uh...." ...weirded out?
"It,..I mean, we brought it on ourselves." Wow, Drift, you are an upper. "But." Hold on now, he is trying to find the Bright Side here. Something may end up sprained. "At least that's not true in most worlds, right?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 8, 2011 0:24:56 GMT -5
Pee-Dee squeezes him in the hug at the 'we brought it on ourselves' bit. But she nods as he says it's not true on most worlds. It isn't. That still doesn't make it all right for Drift's world.
"Call it chance or call it fate," she murmurs, "just remember that it's never too late.1 You will get a second chance. Because nothing in the 'verse happens just once. Infinity goes in both directions. There's no unique event, no singular moment.2"
Then she releases him and steps back, picking up the tray. She offers him a smile. "As a consolation prize, all participants will receive a package graciously put together by Perceptor&Botanica LLC, individually tailored with all useful technologies and information."
Well, she hasn't heard that for sure, but it's what she'd do. And the Bat-Xaaron is more than smart enough to think that's a good idea.
1. "Night Riders", Stromkern 2. Bones[/i]
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Post by Drift on Dec 14, 2011 23:34:27 GMT -5
He shrugged, uncomfortable. "Burning my second chance already." He knows he isn't smart enough to figure the rest of it: It sounds like she's saying he has the chance to screw up all over again.
He probably does.
He's still standing a bit awkwardly after she releases the hug.
"A...prize?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 16, 2011 13:16:52 GMT -5
"To the gentlemen, I'm Sir Prize1." Pee-Dee has stacked up quite a pyramid of junk on the tray. She picks it up and starts to limp towards the door-
The tray wobbles and almost slips out of the grasp of her tine-hand. Only quickly setting it on a workbench makes sure the spill is 'annoying' rather than 'catastrophic'.
1. "When You're Evil", Voltaire
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Post by Drift on Dec 16, 2011 23:23:35 GMT -5
Drift blinks for a few kliks. Just that. She was the one with the injury, right? So why did he feel like he was having some sort of cortical malfunction?
"Wh-where are you going?" He hadn't discharged her yet. Or even tried to replace her optics.
He lunged forward as the tray swung, precipitously, wincing at the tumble of parts onto the workbench.
"What's all this for?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 17, 2011 12:20:46 GMT -5
Pee-Dee has that effect on people.
"The tinker cannot mend her parts without John Barleycorn1," Pee-Dee says as she picks up the pieces she can grab. "I am not a bonny mad boy; Bedlam boys are bonny. I do not go bare, I do not live by the air, and I do want drink and money.2"
She's working on being more explanatory to Autobots. She may not be succeeding.
1. John Barleycorn, as performed by Jethro Tull 2. Bedlam Boys
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Post by Drift on Dec 17, 2011 20:04:43 GMT -5
At least he's in good--or copious--company?
"...who's John Barleycorn? When did he arrive?" Wow, Drift, this is what happens when you skulk in Perceptor's lab for a few months. Miss all the weird new arrivals. "Is he qualified?"
Then again, anyone's more qualified than Drift at repairs, really.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 20, 2011 20:52:51 GMT -5
"I need a drink."
It has not been a nice day. Pee-Dee is determined that the rest of it will be, come hell or high water.
"A drink, teevee, and thou."
Someone needs to carry this tray for her at least as far as the lounge with the good teevee.
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Post by Drift on Dec 20, 2011 22:12:25 GMT -5
Wait. Was she...hitting on him? "A-a drink?"
He nearly drops the tray, bits rattling as they threaten to roll off the edge. But he catches himself before that happens--he is, after all, a pretty deft swordsman. He does have good reflexes.
"All right." He guesses. At least he'd be with her if she had some sort of glitch?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 23, 2011 23:43:44 GMT -5
If Pee-Dee was hitting on Drift, he wouldn't have any doubts.
"A drink," she says, miming drinking out of a glass. "Come along, Moonlight Knight!"
With that, she clatters out of Medical and down the hallways until she reaches the lounge with the best teevee. Anyone else in there?
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Post by Drift on Dec 26, 2011 18:59:29 GMT -5
He frowns. "I do know what a drink is." Just, you know, is this a drink? or a drink-drink like it means something else?
But she's already moved past him down the corridor, so he has to scurry to follow, balancing the piled-up tray with ease. If only balance and speed and skill could actually help him, you know, understand what the frag was going on.
There was a reason he normally stuck to stabbing. This might be why Perceptor was a little...odd. If this was what a typical shift in the medbay was like...?
"Y-you sure you don't want that arm looked at?" By, you know, someone competent?
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