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Post by Breakaway on Apr 26, 2010 19:30:19 GMT -5
Breakaway picks up the toolbox and sets it in front of Phobia, then backs away, still staring daggers at him. Satisfied that the intruder has been sufficiently intimidated for now, he turns back to Mayday. "The amoeba's right. There aren't any electrical components we need to worry about in the problem area."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 27, 2010 13:26:13 GMT -5
It would have been a trickier task to not intimidate Phobia, really. The mech jumps a few feet into the air when Breakaway sets the tool down next to him and takes a moment to stare at the jet in bewilderment when no limbs were lost. The omelet was, however, an bit of an impatient fellow and the cowering didn't last as long as Phobia might have disliked.
"Uhm, yes, that," he answers Mayday distractedly, half mentally bickering with the electrician and half trying to regain some semblance of dignity and motor functions again. He grabs a blue voltage reader/calculator-like thing from the box, inputs a few numbers before walking brusquely over to the leaking tank and sticking the needle into some of the escaped ooze.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Apr 29, 2010 10:57:35 GMT -5
"Well, it's not like a bunch of these electrical components aren't already broken, anyway," Mayday mumbles, idly wringing his hands as he watches Phobia deal with the ooze. "Of course, it's always best to minimize the amount of things you need to repair, not that it actually matters in this case given that there isn't anything to mess up in this case, at least not wear we're working at the- mm."
Bad Mayday, no rambling. He's entirely too used to making repairs all alone and talking them out to himself.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 29, 2010 15:25:43 GMT -5
Fred's only gone a few minutes before he returns pushing one cart with one set of psuedopods while pulling another cart with another set. He then flops to the floor before slithering out from between the two carts and crawling between the robots in order to peer into the area they're working on. "Is ib fixeb yeb?" he burbles.
OOC: Feel free to assume any parts you need for the repairs are on one of the two carts, but keep in mind that some of these may be your payment! Also feel free to include a 'works on repairs' style time-skip.
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Post by Breakaway on Apr 29, 2010 20:58:47 GMT -5
Breakaway turns to look at Fred. "Not yet. We're still cleaning up the escaped nanites." And by 'we' he means Phobia. The jet walks over to the carts and begins removing things and setting them aside, guided by his on-board omelette.
OOC: Time-skip is fine by me.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 30, 2010 14:40:58 GMT -5
Hm, blue Autobot talking to himself. If Phobia wasn't squirming in his platings right now, he'd have happily made more detailed notes on that.
As things were though, the electrician just gave him the mental equivalent of an odd look and continued cleaning up the unholy mess at hand.
OOC: Time-skip away!
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 2, 2010 20:09:59 GMT -5
OOC: Time-skip is go! Will edit if any of ya don't like it.
Mayday checks and double-checks all the repaired machinery in the pump, before sealing it back up. Hefting the access panel he fits it back into place then stands back, dusting non-existent dirt off his hands. Managing a proud grin that doesn't make him look like he's worried someone's about to drop a safe on him, he turns to his employers and assistants.
"Well, that's that! I think, hopefully. You might want to try firing it up, y'know, before I go. I guess." He's still not above babbling.
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Post by SceneMod on May 2, 2010 21:00:11 GMT -5
"Ob courb," Fred answers, wobbling a little. Silly solids! Of course he's going to double check the work of people who hide their insides. He slithers over to the controls and uses a psuedopod to activate it. The engine starts up. While he's no technician, Fred's a decent operator, and he's able to report. "Alb sysbtoms normal! Web areb go!" he announces happily.
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Post by Breakaway on May 4, 2010 19:36:09 GMT -5
"Great!" Breakaway says, pushing off from the wall he was leaning against. He'd almost dozed off into power conservation mode there. It's not that he's not eager to help, it's just that he has big hands and a lot of kibble that gets in the way of delicate repairs. "So we're all set then?"
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on May 5, 2010 13:09:58 GMT -5
There is probably nanite slime in his joints, Phobia decides. He doesn't fuss over it, but it's there and he's desperate to just go back to the ship and take his hands apart to scrape it all off and maybe blowtorch everything. Alien nanites don't like heat too, right?
"Well," he says outwardly, tone carefully neutral, "I, ah, don't suppose I can go now, can I?" It was definitely a good idea to leave before the big jet does.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 7, 2010 22:15:17 GMT -5
"Wonderful!" Mayday says, beaming at the active engine. Oh how he loves the sound of a happy engine! "We should be set! I just need to get my, uh, payment."
He looks brightly between the carts and Fred, fidgeting slightly. He loves that he had a chance to work on a lovely - thought kind of icky - engine. He loves that this ship is really very clean despite being - well, because it it - full of creepy organics. But he seriously wants to get the spare parts he worked for, get back to the ship, and sterilize himself within and inch of his life.
When Phobia speaks, he adds, "Uh, thanks for the help, er, hands? Help. Who... ever you are." He tries to gesture to the omelets. "You, too."
Breakaway can get a thank you after they leave.
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Post by SceneMod on May 8, 2010 19:48:10 GMT -5
"Yeb, yeb," Fred answers, then gestures towards the cart with a psuedopod. "Thank youb very much!" he adds eagerly. "Ib hobe ib wasn't too much trouble?" He then turns towards Breakway and Phobia and sort of... slumps for a moment. "Anb I'mb sorry yourb bodies werb borrowed withoub warning."
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Post by Breakaway on May 8, 2010 21:21:51 GMT -5
Breakaway shrugs, his wings flexing. "Happy to help. Some friendly advice though? In the future, you might want to warn people about your engineering crew. And ask permission. Because there might be a species out there that the bonding thing doesn't work on, and if they've got itchy trigger fingers that could end poorly. Speaking of which. . ." He looks down at the yellow blob on his nosecone. "Not that it hasn't been a barrel of laughs, but I think this is your stop."
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on May 11, 2010 11:32:40 GMT -5
"Ah," Phobia looks rather surprised at the thanks, "well." The omelette chooses the moment to detach itself from the back of his neck with a truly nasty series of goopy noises.
After a rather long pause, and looking a bit greyer than he had a moment ago, Phobia stiffly straightens his hat and smoothes down his jacket.
"I, uh, generally don't like having my motor functions taken from me without warning in any manner or form, but it was nice to meet you all... I guess," violated by space omelettes, fixing their ship, hanging with Autobots. It was almost normal.
"Bye," he says quickly and tries not to flee so obviously.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped?
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 12, 2010 19:11:43 GMT -5
Mayday lets out a small squeal of joy and prances over to the cart. "It was my, um, well anyway, it was no trouble! Working on engines. It's what I do! Because I enjoy it."
He gives Fred a thumbs up as he rifles through the cart. "So, how much do I get? Is it everything in the cart? Including the cart? Just a few things off the cart?"
Having said his thanks, he, for one, is oblivious to Phobia's exit.
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