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Post by SceneMod on May 23, 2010 15:11:29 GMT -5
An orderly ambles up to the door.
"The cops done gone. He don't much like to hang 'round here," the orderly says, tone very neutral, "But we're to take any names and numbers you got and send them to 'im."
"You two got...'bout three hours 'fore I can let ya out. But the crazy, he ain't going anywhere 'til the docs clear 'im."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on May 25, 2010 9:19:31 GMT -5
Jetfire shakes his head in adamant denial. "I am sorry, sir, but I am not thinking this is possible!"
Or maybe he just refuses to believe it's possible. The idea of being forced to want to kill his brother, of his brother begging him to do so, or vice versa... That's some high-octane nightmare fuel right there. Jetfire suppresses a shudder.
He here's the orderly at the door, but chooses to let Jetstorm handle that conversation. Instead he addresses Sentinel. "Sir, was this... cyclemotor badness-bot getting all the up in your head?"
That could explain all the crazy. He keeps a careful watch on Sentinel's hands, not wanting him to claw out one of his optics or something.
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on May 27, 2010 14:35:50 GMT -5
Jetstorm frowns a bit when he finds out that Buu'lock is already gone, but thankfully the orderly is a bit cooperative. Just a bit. "Ah, well - there is being a pair of others you can call - either Springer, at <frequency>, or..." Jetstorm glances back, looking a bit uneasy since Sentinel's been going on about the cycleformer.
Perhaps mentioning Optimus Prime right now would be a Bad Idea. He turns back to the orderly, shaking his head. "...come to be thinking of it, that is being the only one."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 27, 2010 18:09:34 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime has a distinctly odd look on his face when he looks at the orderly, like he's wondering how the orderly tastes.
Luckily, the mention of Springer gets his attention, and he asks, "A ninja-bot? When did we get in a ninja-bot? Sure would handy right about now, though."
Seems he's confused his room-mate with the ninja-bot from his own timeline. That isn't good.
Sentinel Prime mutters, as if quoting something, "Thou shalt not use chemicals to get into femme-bots' barracks. Thou shalt use chemicals to get into their heads." Then, for a brief moment, he's lucid enough to warn, "Oh yeah, I might be a bit... drugged. Just a bit. E-heh. Heh. Ha."
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Post by SceneMod on May 27, 2010 23:00:31 GMT -5
The orderly makes note of the name and frequency.
"All right then. I'll get this info to Officer Buu'lock."
His eyes flick toward Sentinel. "There's a couple other orderlies on this floor. He starts acting up again, you holler. I don't much care for him tossing sanes in with the crazies. Makes our jobs harder."
The orderly ambles down the hall.
Scenemod skippable again
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on May 29, 2010 10:45:32 GMT -5
"Sentinel Prime, sir... we are having several ninja-bots-" Prowl for one, and come on! He and Jetstorm are totally ninja-bots! Really! What do you mean just training for Jazz for awhile doesn't really count? "-But I am not believing Springer to be one of them."
He frowns at Sentinel, not really sure how to deal with drug-induced rambling. He's also not sure what to make of the orderlies calling Sentinel a 'crazy'. He is not usually crazy like this! He looks over to Jetstorm. "Are you knowing how to make drugs to leave a bot's systems?"
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on May 31, 2010 6:42:25 GMT -5
Jetstorm offers a faint smile to the orderly. "Ah! Thanks being to you!"
However, the crazies comment makes him frown a bit. "Ah...we are having things under control." I am hoping....
Once the orderly is gone, Jetstorm turns back to the others. "Yes, Sentinel Prime, sir, brother is being right - Springer in this world is not being a ninja-bot. He is Wrecker-bot!" At least, that's what Jetfire mentioned.
Speaking of, Jetstorm turns to Jetfire, frowning a bit. "No, not really. If we could be making phone call, we could ask Perceptor..."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on May 31, 2010 9:12:29 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime has another spell of trying very hard to remember something, and finally he manages, "There's always an orally-mediated tank dump, but that's... that's..."
He struggles with himself, here, "...disgusting."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jun 1, 2010 10:44:39 GMT -5
Jetfire makes a face. That is pretty disgusting! What goes into your tanks should stay in your tanks until the fuel is used up by your body. Of course, if what is in the tanks is drugs rather than fuel...
"Perhaps, sir, if it would be helping..."
At least he's perfectly capable of staying off the ground in case Sentinel goes through with it.
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Jun 1, 2010 18:31:36 GMT -5
Jetstorm joins his brother in the face-making bit, though his shoulders slump a moment afterward. "Yeah, if it is being helpful, then it is probably being best to be done. Better for you to be being clear-headed, after all."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jun 4, 2010 21:13:25 GMT -5
OOC: How about we timeskip, to the next day, so that Springer, Perceptor, Elita-Babes, and Cadet Optimus Prime can come inquire after us? Just you two putting up with a sick-as-a-turbofox Sentinel Prime is going to get old, fast.- - - Sentinel Prime considers his options. He wasn't always a neat freak and a stickler for the rules. No, time was when he liked to go adventuring on strange, illegal, organic planets, that were not at all like this strange, illegal, organic planet. But that all changed. He knows flushing his energon tanks would do him a lot of good, rationally, but he's just... not very rational right now. Or ever, to be honest, which he isn't. So Sentinel Prime settles on falling over, instead. "Urgle."
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Jun 5, 2010 12:14:00 GMT -5
OOC: Time skip until the cavalry arrives works for me!
"Ah, Sentinel Prime, sir!" Jetfire kneels next to his fallen Elite Guard commander, hands hovering about as though unsure if he should help Sentinel up.
He gives Jetstorm another look. This could be a long day...
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Jun 6, 2010 23:11:23 GMT -5
OOC: Fine with me, too!
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Jetstorm returns the look, kneeling down as well. "Not to be worrying, Sentinel Prime, sir... Command-sirs will figure something out, I am being sure..."
However, Jetstorm doesn't quite sound so convinced.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 8, 2010 18:06:51 GMT -5
Per request, we're timeskipping. Anyone who was to be in on the "rescue" may post in after this post. Sentinel's going to wait until some of y'all arrive before posting again.
Officer Mon-T'ya walks briskly down the hall flanked by burly orderlies, a clipboard full of paperwork in one hand. She's dressed in a neatly-pressed navy suit, her gun and shield showing occasionally at her waist as she walks. Her manner is easy, but no-nonsense, and the orderlies seems a bit intimidated by her.
She calls over her shoulder, "Should be there shortly. I'll get those kids out, but the other guys will have to be restrained first." Hence, the burly orderlies.
More to herself, "He could have handled this differently...."
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Post by Springer on Jun 8, 2010 18:43:12 GMT -5
Behind Mon-T'ya and the orderlies, Springer follows. He's flanked by his own group for this meeting, and Mon-T'ya isn't the only annoyed person.
"Hopefully, restraining him won't be necessary..." Springer comments.
Springer attempts to open a channel to Perceptor, but finds this impossible. Idly, he glances around. "Huh. Radio blocks - explains why we haven't heard from Sentinel or the twins in a while."
Then he turns attention to Mon-T'ya again. "If I understood Buu'lock right, if our guy's in good mental condition, we can take him off your hands, right?"
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OOC: Springer's going skippable until Jetstorm comes up in the next round so I can post the two together.
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