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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 27, 2011 18:57:07 GMT -5
"I'm going to look at it," Pee-Dee assures him as she wanders over to a dispenser. She taps in her codes to get a cube, wanders over to set it down on a couch, then reaches back over her shoulder and pulls a disk out of her pouches.
She points at the space on the couch next to her cube. "There, please."
Then she pops the disk into the drive on the teevee and soon the menu music for "Die Hard" is playing.
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Post by Drift on Dec 27, 2011 22:56:10 GMT -5
"You." But....didn't he just pull an explosive ruby out of your optic? Surely you're a little...well...compromised? He looks around the rec room, dubious. "Not...here, right?"
You know, maybe she just needs a snack or something. He's still a little fuzzy on the differences between males and females, so maybe females need to fuel to deal with their trauma.
Makes sense, right?
Well. Drift sense.
He tilts his head as she points at the couch and then shrugs, lowering the tray of junk onto the seat beside her. Drift: out of his depth.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 27, 2011 23:10:51 GMT -5
"Why not here?" Pee-Dee asks. She picks up her cube and sits down on the couch, wriggling a bit to get comfortable with her wheels and windshield.
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Post by Drift on Dec 28, 2011 22:01:10 GMT -5
"It's...not a repair bay." For starters. Also, the movie is surprisingly distracting. It looks like it might be promisingly full of explosions. Which is probably bad for concentration if you're planning on fixing yourself.
Which was another point.
"Also. Repairing yourself. Can be...awkward." Or something.
He straightens, torn between the screen, Pee Dee, and a notion he should probably be back in the repair bay. Drift is, in short, entirely confused.
What else is new?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 30, 2011 19:14:01 GMT -5
"No, it's a rec room. With a teevee." Pee-Dee tilts her head slightly. "And there's no one else who can repair me."
Mostly because working down to a Junkion's standards is harder than just letting Pee-Dee repair herself.
She digs out a file, wiggles it into one of her side-seams, and pops open her chestplate. She takes out a mirror and several long rods, then grabs some wire out of the tray of junk. With a bit of finagling with a welder and some cursing when the tine-fingers don't work as well as she'd like, she mounts the mirror so it hangs from her head in front of her face where she can see with her good optic into the hole in her head.
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Post by Drift on Dec 31, 2011 16:03:24 GMT -5
"Yes. Noticed that. Also," since you seem to be doubting his Grasp of the Obvious tm, "movie on. Loud. Distracting." You know, the kind that might cause 'accidental slip and kill yourself' side effects.
"You sure?" Seems to him they'd managed to get him to sit down and shut up and behave in the medbay. Maybe he should be taking notes on her technique.
....okay, not that technique so much. That just looked...gross.
He can tell where he's a fifth wheel. He gives a shrug, edging to the door. "Just leave you to it, then."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jan 1, 2012 12:44:22 GMT -5
"Nah, I've seen Die Hard before," she reassures him. "I just want something comforting on while I work on this."
She digs a pair of tweezers into the hole in her head, picking out bits of shrapnel and extending wires properly. "You can stay and watch if you like. I don't mind."
And if Drift doesn't like, she's not going to hold him at gunpoint and force him to watch 'Die Hard'. That's generally considered rude in Junkion society.
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