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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 13, 2013 19:09:47 GMT -5
Month 12, Week 1, Day 4. Event Horizon. Open.
The moment Mayday was back on the Event Horizon, he began the most rigorous round of maintenance he's performed in his life, stopping only to rest when his systems demanded it of him. He has since moved from system analysis and repair to simple cleaning, determined to scrub every single inch of his precious ship before he's done.
But at he scrubs away at the ledge of a view screen, he stops and sighs dramatically, helmet resting against the screen as he stares down at that great big blue-and-white marble that is Earth.
He's been trying to just forget about his time as a- as a human, but it's... difficult. In a lot of ways.
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 13, 2013 22:45:56 GMT -5
Technically speaking, Long Haul is part of the maintenance crew, because the Event Horizon is a big ship and they're low on techs. Also, Long Haul helped build to Mayday's design. Upon his return from the amusement park of the damned, he even probably helped with some of the maintenance for awhile. However, eventually he stopped, because he is not an OCD nutcase.
(That's Hook's job.)
He's still wearing the red and white paint job he picked up by running through a mirror, although he's put a proper Autobot symbol in its place.
He had actually just been trundling by the room Mayday is in in alternate mode, some parts in his truck bed, but spotting the jittery starship designer in the room gives him pause. He transforms, shuffling the contents of the truck bed into subspace, and peeks through the door. Wait, he's actually taking a break from cleaning? That's not right!
"Hey, Mayday, y'feeling well?" he asks.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 14, 2013 13:37:28 GMT -5
Mayday yelps when Long Haul speaks, spinning around to face him and almost falling over. When he sees who it is, he gives a little smile. He rather likes Long Haul. He's good ship-building people.
"Oh, um, hi." He twists his cleaning rag in his hands. "I'm, uh. I'm okay. It's just been... It's been a long couple of months, you know?"
He turns his head, giving another long look back at Planet Earth. "It's been weird."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 16, 2013 21:10:43 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime continues to look like a slightly ill Elita-1. She does not move like Elita-1. She walks straight-legged, with no sway, and she often blusters and looms, body language projecting an easy, greasy self-confidence. Her voice is the same, but the intonations are different, the way she stresses certain words. Also, she says 'energony goodness' moreso than anyone has a right to. Sentinel Prime does not even look at the view, but if she did, she would have nothing but sheer, unbridled loathing for the blue planet known as Earth. Instead, she looks at long Haul and declares, " Niiiice. I like the new paintjob, Long Haul! Very, mm, crisp. I bet stains really show against that white, but that's the point, isn't it? To show that you are slagging immaculate." Sentinel Prime likes Long Haul. This is unfortunate for all involved. She snaps her fingers and makes a chk-chk guns gesture. Then Sentinel Prime pulls out her cleaning gear. It is a lowly task, and she's going to complain, but, well, she's assigned to help, so it has to get done. "And good cycle, Mayday."
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 16, 2013 21:30:15 GMT -5
Long Haul nods. "Yeah, know what you mean. Well, I mean, 'bout the months being long, anyways. Can't say I know what it was like going through your weirdness, 'cos I had a different bit of weirdness."
The Constructibot looks down at himself and his optic band flickers a blink at Sentinel's greeting. He is probably not slagging immaculate even as they speak, because he is Long Haul and not Mayday and not Hook.
"Erm... thanks, I guess? Didn't pick it, though. I just ran into a mirror." Because that's obviously where you get a new paint job.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 16, 2013 22:33:21 GMT -5
Mayday's optics shift to Sentinel as she walks in, but he quickly averts them. Sentinel unsettles him on several levels. Primarily is the fact that he's a dead person walking around in another dead person's body, which is all kind of messed up and made him rather nauseous when he first became aware of it. The other reason is that in Elita's body, Sentinel is rather curvy and that makes him kind of flustered and embarrassed.
"Er, uh, g-good cycle. Um. Sentinel."
He distracts himself by scrubbing furiously at the ledge, though he glances at Long Haul's paint job and gives a little nervous laugh. "I, ah, I guess we all went through some... changes, h-huh?"
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 17, 2013 16:51:20 GMT -5
"Sentinel Prime," she mutters, narrowing her optics. Mayday seems unnerved, but is cannot be her cleanliness, because she is a queen of clean. It's probably that she's just a marshmallow ghost centre wrapped in a chocolate zombie shell, she decides, because that would bother her, too, if it was someone else. It still bothers her, being what she is, but she doesn't have much choice. She can't refuse to associate with herself on account of herself being an abomination.
The curvy thing does not occur to her. Sentinel Prime generally feels she looks great, because she is Sentinel Prime, and everything is great about her, but it has not yet occurred to her that looks are a thing she could use a weapon, because she is not particularly creative.
Working on waxing the floor, Sentinel Prime says, "Mirror? Yeah? Is that what the kids these days are calling it?"
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 17, 2013 18:49:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, though I guess... I wasn't given a hole new history or anything, so there is that," Long Haul aggress amicably.
He stares at Sentinel a moment, befuddles. Finally, he ventures uncertainly, "... 'm pretty sure they were always called mirrors. Y'know, things what show your reflection, tend to shatter if you slam into them?"
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 17, 2013 19:02:03 GMT -5
Well if Mayday was intimidated by Sentinel’s curves, the next person in walking into the room probably blows the curve intimidation meter out of the water. Back in his gloriously pink robot body, Farlane struts into the room with enthusiastically swinging hips and a powermop flung casually over one shoulder.
“Hello, fellows!” Farlane greets cheerily while picking up a bottle of cleanser; “Hallway Number Five needed a bit of restocking,” the pink car says conversationally, pausing to peer curiously at the gathered mechs. He’s part of the cleaning crew as well! Mostly because he was technically an ex-Neut with limited combat capabilities- as far as anyone else knew. He also has a long resume smattered with a decent amount of cleaning jobs.
“Was there somethin’ in here that needed serious bleaching?” he asks before leaning conspiratorially over Long Haul’s shoulder, stage whispering. “Or is this a gossip group?” Man, he kinda misses gossip groups now that he thinks about it.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 19, 2013 18:44:55 GMT -5
Mayday tenses up when Sentinel mutters. He hasn't used ranks that weren't related to the US military in ages! And hardly anyone on the ship uses them anyway. He'll just... ignore Sentinel and pretend that slip didn't happen. That is clearly the best way of dealing with problems.
"Eheh, yeah," he says to Long Haul. "Getting a whole second history sure is... It's, well... um-" Before Mayday can figure out what he's trying to say, he is distracted by PINK and CURVY, and ends his sentence with a squeak.
"Hi, F-f-fah, uh." Freezing up, Mayday decides he would like to run away and hide. But maybe if he doesn't move, Farlane won't notice him! Best plan! Terrible plan. Squeak.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 19, 2013 20:51:53 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime has no rank and no life, but what she does have is insufferable, overweening hubris!
"Oh. I thought you were using a euphemism for... ahem, well! Nevermind," She replies to Long Haul, rubbing her chin.
Then she narrows her optics and looks up at Farlane from where she is waxing the floor. This reality has forced her, kicking and screaming, to be somewhat more open-minded, but that does not mean she has to like it! Men should look like men. Women should look like women. Sentinel Prime looks like a woman right now, so she uses female pronouns. Men looking like women is too creative and disorderly to sit well with her.
But ugh, she should probably just accept that Farlane is different and embrace his diversity. Bluh.
"All bleaching should be done seriously and professionally. There is nothing funny about bleach. Unless you dump it in someone's tank. Then it is hilarious. Not that I would know anything about that. Ahem."
What's with Mayday?
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Post by Long Haul on Jan 21, 2013 18:56:51 GMT -5
Long Haul is not in the cleaning crew! Long Haul I in the logistics crew! He just stopped because he noticed that Mayday was being all gloomy-gussy.
He looks a bit confused and a little confused at Mayday's sudden squeaking, but he nods towards Farlane when he reports the hallway in need of restocking. "Yeah, I know. Was on my way there." He then turns a baffled gaze towards Mayday. "Was just makin' sure this guy's allright, issall."
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Post by Farlane/Faye Fairlane on Jan 21, 2013 20:21:50 GMT -5
“... Yeah, corrosive stuff in the tank is real riot,” Farlane says flatly, leveling Sentinel with a look of Great Judgement. There was a lot of things in the universe Farlane didn’t make his business to judge; however, finding out your teammate was a sociopath after the energon reacted with the bleach was basically one of the least pleasant things in the universe. Ever.
“Oh, Mayday, are you alright, darling?” Farlane asks, propping the mop against the wall and stepping closer with a look of utmost concern. Yeah, stuttering and not moving and squeaking was totally going to make Farlane ignore you, Mayday. Totally. Long Haul’s answer doesn’t help either.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jan 23, 2013 17:45:47 GMT -5
Oh no! People are looking at him! This is the opposite of what he wanted.
"Mmfnh!" Mayday mumbles eyes dropping quickly to the floor as Farlane approaches, twisting his cleaning rag nervously. Except that wasn't legible and he knows it. He cycles his vocalizer several times with little clicks. "Um, I'm. I am fine. Yes."
Sort of.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jan 25, 2013 18:31:12 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime gives Farlane a look of 'sit on a morningstar and rotate'. At one point, Sentinel Prime cared about kissing up to everyone and generally being a complete sycophant, but now, she cannot summon the motivation to bother. Optimus has her job, she's dead, Elita-1 is dead, and she's just... keeping Elita-1's body warm until Rodimus can clean out the Matrix. Then Rodimus can do mumbojumbo jetslag with the Matrix, bring Elita-1 back, give Optimus his happy ending, and Sentinel Prime, the ghost in the machine... will cease to exist.
Because Optimus had Jetfire set his body on fire.
So Farlane can Judge all he wants. Sentinel Prime ceased having any slags to give when she woke up in the wrong body, without a spark to her name.
Mayday is being evasive and obviously so. Her first instinct is to poke at his evasion and try to make him squirm; see if there is a button here she can use to manipulate his behaviour to her liking. However, she discards the ideas being too blatant and aggressive. Instead, Sentinel Prime conveniently tries to change the subject, "So Long Haul, do you think I should get a repaint?"
Mayday can thank Sentinel Prime for that conversational segue later.
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