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Post by Kup on Mar 3, 2012 22:00:30 GMT -5
M6W2D7, immediately following MCU: the Mines of Sub-Atlantica. Mine management coffee lounge. Semi-private.
Kate accompanies Tessan into the coffee lounge, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. If 555-BOTS exists yet, Kate hasn't been made aware of it, so Kate hasn't yet made contact with the other 'Bots. At best, she's aware of Stuart and his... bother?
But this Tessan. No records, military behavior but no military past, an odd, stilted speech pattern and a tendency to use their species slang.
Not to mention... Mountain Dew and coffee? Really?
"So... Tessan," she starts out casually, looking around the lounge to see if anyone else is in there. "Work here long?"
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Post by Tessan Toov on Mar 3, 2012 22:22:57 GMT -5
"No," Tessan answers, and this is true, according to her records. Her work, however, has been fine. Her supervisors are happy with her work. She gets into fights, sometimes, though, and her supervisors are not so happy about that.
She has snagged a Mountain Dew out of a vending machine. Then, Tessan dumps some espresso crystals into a bottle. She waits for the crystals to dissolve and then takes a chug.
In some militaries, rookies will sometimes drink a mixture of coffee and a dark cola.
Tessan still seems a bit nervous.
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Post by Kup on Mar 4, 2012 21:52:02 GMT -5
Ah, good, no one in here now.
Still, that's liable to change, so Kate gestures to a couple of arm chairs in the corner, an area where she can watch the door from. "Let's head over here," she says softly.
Assuming Tessan complies, once she sits down she takes a sip from her coffee. Then, quietly, she asks, "So, how come you ain't got any records of existing before this place?"
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Post by Tessan Toov on Mar 4, 2012 21:56:14 GMT -5
Tessan does sit down, albeit warily. She takes another chug of her concoction. Then Tessan shakes her head and insists, "I can't talk about that."
She is human, and she doesn't know why. Anyone could be an enemy. Normally, Tessan would just drill her way back to base, but... the nearest spaceport would just tell her she is crazy if she told them that she needs to go to the Event Horizon because she works there.
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Post by Kup on Mar 4, 2012 23:48:07 GMT -5
"Y'know, witness protection or... well, any of the government agencies are generally a lot less clumsy about that sorta thing," Kate observes calmly, taking another sip. Then she levels a hard look at Tessan. "So it ain't because it's classified."
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Post by Tessan Toov on Mar 5, 2012 17:32:47 GMT -5
Tessan squirms and pulls out one of her drills. She puts a hole through the screw-on cap for the Mountain Dew and rubs the plastic shavings between her fingers. Tessan mumbles lowly, "Nuh-uh. You're not gonna trip me up."
If she just doesn't say anything, she can't mess up.
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Post by Kup on Mar 5, 2012 23:02:32 GMT -5
Kate narrows her eyes and frowns thoughtfully. How to approach this...
"Y'know, 'good cycle' ain't exactly a normal greeting," she observes casually, then takes a sip of her coffee.
"'Least not for a human," she adds.
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Post by Tessan Toov on Mar 6, 2012 9:59:42 GMT -5
"What that wrong?" Tessan asks, blinking. "English's not my first language. I'm... Norwegian."
Well, yes, obviously.
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Post by Kup on Mar 6, 2012 21:24:56 GMT -5
"Norwegian," Kate states dubiously. "With no past and no immigration records."
She takes another sip of her coffee and scowls. She then eyes the drill that Tessan had been playing with earlier. "And what's up with that?"
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Post by Tessan Toov on Mar 6, 2012 23:42:03 GMT -5
"Jeg kommer fra Norge," Tessan says sullenly.
Her eyes are drawn inevitably to the drill in her hand, and she says defensively, "I like drills. That's not a crime."
Is it? She hopes it isn't.
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Post by Kup on Mar 7, 2012 19:35:34 GMT -5
Of course, there still aren't any records. Kate supposes she could threaten deportation at this point and see the response. Something is definitely up here.
But is it what she suspects it is, or is she jumping to conclusions here?
... Still, she's pretty sure, 'Good Cycle' is not a Norwegian greeting.
She needs something an Autobot would know, a Decepticon wouldn't know, but that if she said it, it wouldn't give away anything important (so reciting the frequency is right out).
"Y'know, some folks say that at the center of an Event Horizon is a garden, not a black hole."
She takes another sip of her coffee.
"Mostly crazy folks, of course." Well, and Autobots. But that's about the same thing.
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Post by Tessan Toov on Mar 7, 2012 20:46:23 GMT -5
Tessan starts in the tone of a child correcting a teacher, "Nuh uh, the black hole is behind the event horizon, and this one time, Impactor -"
Then she stares straight ahead and takes a grim swig of her expresso Mountain Dew.
"Impactor is going to put a harpoon through my fool head."
Tessan bolts from her chair in one smooth motion, running for the door.
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Post by Kup on Mar 7, 2012 22:11:40 GMT -5
"Now hold on there!" Kate exclaims, grabbing Tessan before she can get a few steps away and pushing her back into her seat.
"It ain't Impactor you gotta worry about right now... Twin Twist," she says quietly. That's a guess, but... who else would think of Impactor first? That's also that dumb?
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Post by Tessan Toov on Mar 7, 2012 23:08:22 GMT -5
Just how many drill-happy idiots does Kate know, anyway?
Struggling in her seat, Twin Twist tries to punch Kate somewhere that would really, really hurt if Kate was a jet, but the location might not be all that critical on a human. Her eyes flash with obvious recognition when Kate calls her 'Twin Twist', and she hollers, "You'll never take me alive!"
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Post by Kup on Mar 8, 2012 19:47:32 GMT -5
"Oh, fer-!" Kate's eyes dart towards the room's door as she tries to clamp a hand over Tessan's mouth while holding her down with the other hand. "Twin Twist!" she hisses. "Alpha Trion's beard, lad! Calm down! It's me, Kup!"
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