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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Mar 17, 2010 19:59:28 GMT -5
Late Day Two, open.
Searching by air really did seem like a good idea. They could cover a lot more ground that way and stretch their wings to boot! However, there's only so long a 'Bot can spend sweeping a city with no sign of Sentinel Prime to be found before having to admit defeat.
Frowning, Jetfire slows down in mid-air, staring down at the city. There is just too much area and too many places to hide! He calls to Jetstorm, "Brother! I am thinking..."
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Mar 17, 2010 20:28:06 GMT -5
"...that this was being good idea, but not out the workings?" Jetstorm answers, slowing down as well. "I am thinking that if Sentinel Prime was being easy to find, we would be finding him already."
Jetstorm transforms, hovering in mid-air for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"Perhaps we should be asking the locals if they have seen Sentinel Prime?"
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Mar 19, 2010 14:41:44 GMT -5
Transforming to hover by his twin, Jetfire nods in agreement. "That is sounding like good idea!"
Taking care not to land on anyone, he touches down on a sidewalk and looks hopefully to the stream of people passing by. Raising a hand, he tries to catch someone's attention. "Ah, hello! I am looking for-! Excuse me, have you been seeing-? Please wait, I am searching for-!"
Frowning, Jetfire pauses and scratches his head as most people either downright ignore him or give him odd looks before continuing on their way.
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Mar 22, 2010 7:47:29 GMT -5
Jetstorm follows suit, landing carefully. Which wasn't really fun - the best landings are flashy and dangerous! But that's not what this mission is about!
Jetstorm puffs up, and starts asking around, with the same luck as his brother.
That is, until he happens upon an officer "Excusing me!" Jetstorm starts "but I am looking for a friend - a big blue robot, with wide shoulders and big chin!" Jetstorm mimes Sentinel's defining features as he explains. "And little antennaes on the sides of his head! He's also ...loud and a bit, er, eccentric?"
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 23, 2010 23:54:39 GMT -5
The officer in question is a robot himself, and is currently kicked back on a bench in front of Terra, a jungle themed casino, reading a newspaper. He looks at Jetstorm, then at the badge and hat sitting on the bench next to. His hand comes up to touch the unbuttoned coat and loosely-hanging tie at his neck. Back to Jetstorm, and his jaw works up and down a few times before he answers.
"There is a station near the square where lost children can wait for their chaperons," the robot cop's voice is stilted and tinny, "Straight down this sidewalk, just to the left of the cartoonist's booth."
He turns his attention back to his newspaper. "I'm off duty."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Mar 24, 2010 20:03:39 GMT -5
Looking dejected as yet another person he tries to question goes hurrying off, Jetfire turns to the off-duty cop who seems to be addressing his brother. Narrowing one optic while the other one widens, he points at the cop, then at his brother, then back at the cop.
"You are... speaking to us?" He asks, looking confused. "But we are not being lost. Or children." He puffs up his chest. "We are being Elite Guard junior officers! Is it our commanding offic- ah, ex-commanding officer?" Jetfire is still not quite sure if being in this universe means their previous ranks mean nothing, even if the command structure here takes precedence. "-Who is the one lost."
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Mar 26, 2010 16:38:01 GMT -5
Jetstorm takes on as confused a look as his brother. "My brother is being right - we are not the lost ones, but our ...er..." He glances over to Jetfire. "I am supposing he is still our superior. He was being with the group that crashed here a few days ago, and has gone missing."
Jetstorm thinks for a moment, then looks over at his brother, snapping his fingers. "Brother! Are you still having picture-scanner from home? Maybe you have picture of Sentinel Prime on it!"
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 26, 2010 20:10:33 GMT -5
The officer lowers his newspaper just enough so that he can peer over the top edge at the twin flyboys. He snorts, an interesting effect since he doesn't have a nose.
"Not children. Elite Guard junior officers. Really."
Sorry boys, but you just scream kid to the ol' tin can looking at you. Maybe not literal children, but definitely young'uns.
"So tell me, boys," he continues, once more raising the paper, "Do you have the proper permits to fly around in public airspace?"
"Because children who get away from their chaperons might be given some slack, but members of visiting military are expected to follow proper procedure."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Mar 28, 2010 9:42:13 GMT -5
Jetfire perks up at his twin's suggestion, producing said picture scanner. "Yes, I am having it right-!" He pauses as the off-duty cop-bot speaks. Permits? Do they have those? Did they know they needed those?
Frowning in thought, he glances at Jetstorm and says, "We were having permits to come into air on planet, yes?" He was paying more attention to the fact that he was bored than what his companions were doing.
He would feel bad if was not following procedure!
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Mar 30, 2010 23:01:31 GMT -5
"Yes, there was being lots of paperwork, but I am not being sure what all for - Perceptor and Elder Jetfire were being the ones doing the outfilling." Jetstorm rests one hand on his hip, the other on his chin, tapping his chin ponderously.
"If we were flying without the permissions, we do apologize - but we're not flying anymore!"
Because not doing something wrong anymore is totally able to make up for doing it in the first place.
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Post by SceneMod on Mar 31, 2010 10:16:33 GMT -5
The robot smiles a very smug smile. He glances at his watch, then folds the newspaper back in half with a snap. He then buttons his coat, tightens his tie, and reaches for his hat. Once that's in place, he pins his badge back on his chest. The name on the badge is Johnn-E. His badge number is "005."
"That, boys, would be a no." You don't get those permits 'cept a the permit station. He pulls a tablet out of his coat pocket and quickly scribbles a few things down, flips the page, and scribbles some more. He tears off the two sheets and attempts to hand one to each jetboy.
"Payable at Precinct 28, corner of Lottery and Broken Dreams. Pay the fine or spend the night, makes no difference. But don't think you can ditch it; we got you pegged. You can get your permits there, afterward, but they cost money too."
Johnn-E stands and strides away from twins.
OOC: the cop is out of thread. Scenemod is skippable until the jet boys decide what they are doing.
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Apr 2, 2010 10:37:33 GMT -5
Jetfire stares in bewilderment at the paper in his hand. He glances up as the cop leaves, shouting out, "Wait! What are meaning to spend the-" But Johnn-E-number-005 is gone, leaving the Autobot to stand around and scratch his head.
He glances over at Jetstorm: "I am thinking you are also not having money to pay this fine."
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Apr 5, 2010 3:58:16 GMT -5
Jetstorm is just as bewildered as his brother, if not moreso.
"I am not having any money, Brother..." The jetboy frowns dejectedly at his ticket. "Perhaps we should be calling Command-sirs, maybe they'll be knowing what we should do."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Apr 7, 2010 22:49:41 GMT -5
Jetfire listens in as Jetstorm pipes up on the Autobot broadband, then shrugs at his brother. "I guess we should be heading for Precinct 28."
Either to stay the night or convince people they are juveniles.
He sighs loudly. This search for Sentinel Prime is turning out to be much more trouble than he was expecting. He turns to head for the police station, but...
"Where is the corner of Lottery and Broken Dreams?"
OOC: Brief time skip to police station?
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Apr 8, 2010 21:45:54 GMT -5
OOC: Time skip away! --- Once the pair found the police station, Jetstorm stops in front of it, glancing at his brother. //Just like Emirate Xaaron-sir was suggesting, and like we were discussing, yes?//
Assuming he gets a return approval from his brother, Jetstorm nods, putting on the most distraught face he can manage, and trying to not look at his brother, lest it devolve into gigglefits.
Approaching the counter, Jetstorm leans on it. "Can...can anyone be helping us?"
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