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Post by Breakaway on Mar 7, 2010 20:15:45 GMT -5
Breakaway nods at the amoeba. "Yeah, looks like I'm his assistant," then turning back to Mayday, hand extended, he says "I'm Breakaway, by the way."
As the amoeba starts lurching away and asks if the robots are clean, the jetformer replies, "I haven't been decontaminated today, but I haven't been rolling around in anything either."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 9, 2010 15:20:23 GMT -5
Glorious! Mayday now has himself a bodyguard! And guy who can lift heavy stuff. He really does need help with that sometimes, weak wrists and all. Happy as he is, however, when Breakaway offers his name and hand, the engineer can't help but stare at the offered appendage like it's going to suddenly leap up screeching and attack his face. "Nnyh... uh, I'm Mayday. Pleased to, um, meet you."
Ugh, why does a common, polite interaction have to involving touching people? He doesn't want to offend his impromptu assistant, but on the other hand... touching people. He doesn't like to. Finally, he just reaches out and briefly grasps the tip of one of Breakaway's fingers with the tips of his own fingers before hurrying off after the amoeba, resisting the urge to immediately disinfect his fingers.
A look of horror washes over his face as the slimy alien question his hygiene. "What? Of course I'm clean!" he replies, somewhat shrilly. "Why? Do I look dirty??"
In a slight panic, Mayday quickly whips out a cleaning cloth and some disinfectant, doing his best to rid himself of whatever invisible dirt he thinks the amoeba is implying he has on him.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 9, 2010 21:31:26 GMT -5
The amoeba turns and studies Mayday.
"Youb look... opague," it answers after a moment's thought. "Sob I cannobt tellb."
Obviously, anything that would hide its insides from view must be doing it because they have something to hide.
The thing then starts blobbing along down the space station corridor, passing Phobia by. If it notices the robot there, it gives no indication as it approaches an interlock a little further down.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 10, 2010 17:56:55 GMT -5
The blue mech just whipped out a cleaning kit like he wasn't in public. Phobia felt the sharp edge of resentment and the undercurrent of envy underneath it. It was quickly quelled but the halfway decent mood he'd been in evaporated in a meek puff of steam. Information, he reminded himself, what did you learn?
Blue mech's name was Mayday. The name was a big give away for what his mannerisms hadn't already. Mayday was not only nervous, however; his behavior was as familiar to Phobia as his own name was and that... well it was rather interesting.
Breakaway was the other one. Seemed to be the helpful sort. The very helpful sort- even going as far as plodding up to, apparently, a stranger and asking them if they were alright, then offering assistance.
Phobia doesn't look up as they group gets closer, though the brief flash of disgust makes itself known as the proximity between him and the amoeba diminishes. Still feeling the prick of the earlier resentment on top of that, the bike-former takes a deep intake of air, suppresses the urge to sneer and decides to do something a bit more crazy.
He looks up when the amoeba passes by. Then he does a double take and followed that with the perfectly orchestrated expression of shock he'd seen a local make when he had been spotted without clothes.
"Oh my."
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 10, 2010 22:55:23 GMT -5
Breakaway isn't overly helpful. He saw a fellow Autobot apparently being menaced by an alien and intervened. Any good soldier would do the same.
He watches Mayday's reaction to the handshake and the amoeba's inquiry with concern. Oooookay, so the little guy is a bit OCD. No-one's perfect. The jetformer follows after Mayday and the amoeba and looks down at the smaller blue mech. "So you're a mechanic?"
He looks over at Phobia as the disguised Decepticon does his double-take. "Something the matter?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 12, 2010 19:43:56 GMT -5
"O... paque? Oh. Well... Hng." Uh, so that means he doesn't actually look dirty, right? Mayday sheepishly puts away his cleaning supplies, then glances over at Breakaway. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Mechanic. Also engineer. Pilot. For ships anyway. Ships that aren't people."
A portion of his dirt-panic comes back at Phobia's display of shock. He immediately looks himself over again - no, still doesn't look dirty - then stares at the disguised 'Con. "...What?"
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 12, 2010 20:59:14 GMT -5
The amoeba is not wearing clothing either. Even on Pz-zazz, there are some species just confused by the requirement. Thus, it doesn't really understand the clothed robot's reaction to the robots it is hiring. It turns back towards them and jiggles a little, then asks, "Is sombthing theb matterb?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 14, 2010 15:52:29 GMT -5
Phobia covers his mouth with both hands, visor bright with shocked embarrassment. He glances sideways at Breakaway and then looks back at Mayday, looks the mech up and down and glances nervously away again.
"You're... uh," voice rather muffled behind the hand, the dark mech resets his vocalizer, "kind of uncovered?"
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 14, 2010 23:13:03 GMT -5
"Pilot, huh? Cool! What do you fly?" Breakaway has nothing but respect for pilots. Anyone who can control several tons of screaming metal moving at ludicrous speeds without actually being said tons of metal is okay in his book.
Breakaway looks down at Phobia and replies, "Our species doesn't usually wear clothes. Surely we're not the only ones who don't on a planet this cosmopolitan? I mean, the main point of clothes is to protect you from the elements, cover your embarrassing parts, and be stylish, right? Well, we don't need any extra protection and don't have any embarrassing bits, plus, we look awesome."
Something doesn't feel right about this situation. A local in a place like this ought to be used to people of all shapes and sizes, nude or otherwise. He runs a quick diagnostic on his weapons systems, just in case.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 15, 2010 19:20:07 GMT -5
Mayday stares perplexedly at Breakaway, wondering if he seriously just asked that. Before he can reply, he's distracted by Phobia calling him uncovered. Feeling up his helmet to check that it remains intact and airtight, he shrugs. "Covered enough."
Clothing are just collectors of dirt and breeding grounds for all manner of unsavory microscopic pests, not easily sterilized and held tight to your plating all day so that transmission is almost guaranteed. He shudders at the thought. Literally.
Not suspicious of anything other than Phobia's personal hygiene - he is so not going near Mister Clothed-in-germ-catchers there - Mayday puts the robot in disguise out of his mind and says to Breakaway, "I... fly ships." Had he not just said that?
He takes a few steps further down the corridor towards the amoeba, careful to avoid its slimy trail. He has a job to do, after all!
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 15, 2010 21:29:36 GMT -5
Because the amoeba is also uncovered, it assumes that Phobia is talking to it.
The thing undulates with disdain and replies, "Ib am uncobered becaub Ib hab nobthing tob hibe," it answers with a remarkable simulation of a sniff for something that doesn't actually breath.
It creates a pseudopod with which to trigger the hatch, which opens.
The passageway of the ship beyond is spotless.
OOC note: The ship door will remain open just a little longer than it should. Just long enough for, say, clothes-wearing hooligans to sneak in behind the others without being noticed.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Mar 17, 2010 13:42:25 GMT -5
Phobia listens to Breakaway explain a Cybertronian's natural state of not being covered in clothes with a perfectly emulated expression of confusion and a baffled '... Uh?'. Inwardly he was wondering why the flier bothered; the Cybertronian's undressed ways were hardly the concern of other races.
He arches a brow a bit higher when Mayday answers, idly wondering why the blue mech was checking his helmet of all things. "Your head is kind of- fine?"
While the idea of helmets coming off was not grand or new, the process often took more than five minutes, lots of power tools and was usually accompanied by severe head injuries that'd prompted its removal in the first place. Now the shudder the mech makes is a bit more on the familiar side (and made him want to rip the clothes off and burn them, but the facade of civilized sanity had to be maintained).
Then the amoeba responds and that... was quite interesting, especially concerning the 'opaque' statement it'd made earlier. Feelings of anxiety at the moving gooeyness aside, he idly wondered what the amoeba would've thought of the Autobot that could just vanish.
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 17, 2010 22:43:50 GMT -5
Breakaway looks down at Mayday. "Yeah, you said that. I was wondering what ships specifically? Like, do you haul cargo, or do passenger runs, or what?"
The jetformer steps into the corridor after the amoeba, careful to avoid slipping on the trail of slime. "Nice place you've got here. Very . . . clean."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 19, 2010 17:44:56 GMT -5
"Oh! Oh. Right," Mayday says to Breakaway. Well, now he kind of feels like a jerk. "I, um, well, cargo mostly, I guess, but-" He breaks off mid-sentence with a gasp as he enters the amoeba's ship.
It is a gasp of pure joy. This ship. It... it's almost as clean as his ship was before he got dragged off to this crazy dimension! He was expecting something as nasty and grimy as the station itself, or worse, but this... this is... "Beautifully clean!" he adds after Breakaway.
If he had tear ducts he optics would surely be glimmering with tears. All other distractions are washed away as he basks in the unsullied glory of clean.
...Until he almost steps in the amoeba's trail, and shies away from it with a quiet 'Nnyh!'
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 20, 2010 22:29:48 GMT -5
In fact, if Mayday is paying much attention to the trail, he might notice something.
The messy, grimy, horrible space station? In the area where the amoeba has passed, any place where the trail has tried up, the station is as clean as the spaceship they have entered into.
The terrible, awful, slimy trail of sliminess is, in fact, a very effective cleanser.
This creature may be moist to the touch, but it oozes clean on a very literal level.
And, in fact, when the robots comment on how clean its spaceship is, it just undulates. "Ob corbe!" it responds, as if it's only natural. "Anybway, ourb engibe roob ib at the cenber ofb ourb shipb," it blurbles, leading the way down the corridor, past several doors. "Onb lebel up," it adds, just in case, oh, any sneak-aboards want to find an alternate route there.
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