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Post by Perceptor on Apr 29, 2010 15:37:34 GMT -5
As far as Perceptor is concerned, the lady in question could be a gelatinous slime mold with a dozen spiked tentacles, drooling acid, and he would still be enchanted. She speaks his language without rancor or prompting, and for the first time in a good long while, Perceptor feels like he can just... be himself.
"Not at all," he replies politely, and then begins rattling off his own specs, starting with the purely optical capabilities of his scope - both as a long range distance viewer, and as a microscopic visual enhancement - along with the very precise and stringent tolerances than he requires. (some of which shouldn't even be possible without assaulting the laws of physics!) Moving on then to the electron microscopic abilities (in color, on live subjects, without being fixed, even!), somatic sensors (thermoreceptivity, mechano receptivity, and chemoreceptivity with only slightly less demanding tolerances than his visual acuity, and useful at short distances as well as upon contact), olfactory sensors (with enhanced chemoreceptivity which works in concert with the somatic chemoreceptivity), gustatory sensors, acoustic sensors (including accelerometers, seismometers, and auditory sensors), magnetometer, voltmeter, current sensors, geiger counter, altimeter, inertial reference units, gravimeter, ultrasonic sensors, barometer... In short, nearly everything to make Perceptor a walking, talking, self-contained laboratory, just with a pronounced emphasis on visual acuity.
There is abuse of significant decimals in the tolerance and calibration specs. Probably a lot of abuse.
As he speaks, however, he gently takes the two pieces of that broken shoe in hand and studies them for a moment. Fortunately, it seems to be constructed of synthetic materials with suitably malleable thermal resistance. A bit of recalibration tunes his scope to produce a very small, tightly controlled beam of focused light, which he then directs upon the broken ends of the two pieces, melting the sheared surfaces. Before they cool, both are pressed back together, and the beam tightens even more to complete the heat weld with a cosmetic bead run right around the seam of their joining. He finishes rattling off his specs as he hands her back her now repaired shoe with a smile.
"I possess specialties in the studies of electrical engineering, metallurgy, and molecular chemistry, however, I am well-versed in all scientific methodology to assist with my primary function of scientific resear--"
Someone has abused SCIENCE in Perceptor's presence. That. Will. Not. Be. Tolerated.
The lovely-vocabularied lady doctor might be distracting, but she doesn't have Perceptor SO enchanted that he misses that travesty of medical doctrine and observation that is occurring at the trolley wreckage, and his head snaps around toward the slithering fraud as if he'd been slapped.
"I do beg your pardon," he interjects, his tone calm, but very, very cool, "however, I believe that my colleague is quite correct." Even from this distance, he can tell that some of the charred remains were robotic... and even that they were Lithonese. The Sleazardo isn't quite as obvious from where he is standing outside the wreckage, but that can be rectified by simply striding - he isn't storming, honest - over to get a closer look.
"A diagnostic evaluation of diabetes requires abnormal casual plasma glucose levels confirmed on at least two subsequent days. Furthermore, even a morphobot could correctly identify your so-called Narliphant as a Lithonese, a race, I might add, that is not even capable of developing an abnormal serum glucose disorder!"
"Furthermore," he adds as he gives the other corpse a swift examination, "based upon the skull structure alone, this is clearly not an Orb, much less a female Orb! Cursory evaluation indicates the remains of a male Sleazardo of at least sexual maturity. A closer approximation of the age would require a more in-depth examination, however the living injured take precedence..."
"And no, your "services" will not be required with the other patients until such time as they have been evaluated by the appropriate medical authorities, you ghoulish hack!"
There there, science, Perceptor will protect you from the creepy snake doctor.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 29, 2010 22:27:16 GMT -5
Rodimus, fortunately, is busy inside the trolly, and thus misses the fuss going on outside.
Unfortunately, Rodimus is at something of a loss when it comes to plants.
He kneels next to the azalea, and yes, he does move the other out of the way, very gently and carefully. It's often considered a bad idea for the untrained to move the injured, but that's generally because the injured have things like bones and internal organs. Once the Prime is sure he's not going to get trampled, he says softly, "Can you understand me?" He glances out the trolly. "How are you with this kind of rain?"
Then, louder (loud enough that he can be heard outside), he asks, "There are real doctors on the way, right?"
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 30, 2010 13:15:58 GMT -5
Dr. Rio Dan slithers a bit closer over to Botanica, and looks of sly cunning passes over his flushed muzzle, his nictating lids lowering over his slitted eyes. "Oh hello, Missss Tiger Lily. I wouldn't know anything about any exssplosssionsss. Sssure didn't see any around here, but if you like fireworksss-"
His threatening of Botanica is cut off by the fact that Perceptor is also yelling at him. He seems to react a bit different to Perceptor, though, tilting his head to one side and scowling. He attempts to hand the clipboard with the forms off to Perceptor (not that he has hands or, indeed, any limbs) and grumbles, "Garnet, Garnet, Garnet. Always with thisss ting about 'accurasssy'. Blah blah blah. Like the ssstiffsss care. Here, fill 'em out yourssself, though don't expect bonusss pay. Guessss you finally pulled yourssself away from the tracksss, huh?" He sniffs a bit in the direction of Botanica and the random Pz-Zazzian woman. "Though maybe your Misssusss won't be ssso glad to hear you're back."
The chauffeur looks from Perceptor to Dr. Rio Dan, and he winces. No, that's not Garnet there, but convincing Dr. Rio Dan is liable to be harrowing. Maybe he'll just wait and see what the robot does.
Meanwhile, the random Pz-Zazzian woman's eyes light up, eyeshine bright, as Perceptor lists off his sensory suite. She laughs and insists, "Ah, but due to the Planck constant, there is no possible way that..." and she goes off into a digression as to why some of Perceptor's specifications are physically impossible. (She'll be proven wrong; Transformers don't always follow the same laws of physics as everyone else. Hi, Blurr.) Still, even if his acuity is only a tenth of what he claims, how very impressive! And he was designed for scientific research, too? She simply must find out what company manufactured him - the Grail Project might want to purchase a few. When she's done her tangent, which likely no one has paid any attention to at all, she slips back on her shoe and stands up. The weld holds! What fine, detailed work. A gold pendant on an iridium chain slips out from under her top. The pendant is a small golden alien bird, something like a falcon, with a diamond-cut fire opal set in the chest. She hurriedly tucks it back under her shirt, smooths her skirt, and thanks, "I am much indebted to your assistance." She flips open the top on that pistol holster and pulls out a small card that reads:
The Grail Project, LLC. For when just one lifetime isn't enough Dr. P. Perspicax, Senior Investigator
A phone number, datanet contact, office, and address are also listed, and there is a chalice logo embossed in gold on the right side of the card.
Dr. Perspicax tries to slip Perceptor the card just as Dr. Rio Dan is attempting to foist that clipboard of forms on poor Perceptor, and she murmurs lowly, in warning, "An unlicensed miscarriage of medical practise he may be, but the last three proper doctors who tried to remove him were convicted of felony via a legal loophole for merely taking the coroner's exam and are currently incarcerated in Hellgate prison, a most vexing and unjust situation. They cannot even write papers, given their current situation!" She makes it sound like being unable to write papers is the worst thing ever about this muddle.
The sirens are getting closer, and in the distance, through the crowds and traffic, paramedics from one side and police from the other can be seen. They should be here soon.
The azalien answers Rodimus Prime, in a whispery voice, like the wind through the willows, "I happen to be an acidophile, good sir."
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Post by Shanodin on Apr 30, 2010 18:31:29 GMT -5
Botanica doesn't flinch back when the giant snake confronts her. Instead, she rises up from the where she was crouched next to her patient, glaring down at Dr. Rio Dan, her lips drawn in a thin line.
Her alt mode came from a planet of carnivorous plants. Reptiles were food. Snakes don't scare her and never mind the size difference.
Before she can unleash a verbal assault upon the doctor, though, Perceptor is doing just that, and then the snake is...trying to foist his job off on the other scientist. Botanica quite literally throws up her hands as she turns her head in the direction of the sirens. At least some proper EMT's should be here soon.
She moves closer to the trolley, calling to Rodimus as she does so.
"Medics should be here momentarily. Do you need help moving wounded out, or would I just be in the way?"
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Post by Perceptor on May 11, 2010 10:00:44 GMT -5
Brilliant though he may be, Perceptor isn't always the best at multi-tasking, as anyone who has ever attempted to get his attention when he is in the middle of some great discovery can attest to. To say that his attention is somewhat... fractured at the moment, would be a bit of an understatement.
There are wounded to tend, that miscarriage of science to eject from the scene, the lovely scientist lady that he'd still like to speak with-- and did that filthy snake just attempt to threaten Botanica???
Oh, that is just about enough of that.
Perceptor snatches the clipboard out of the chauffeur's hand and steps subtly between the snake and Botanica, a bright opticked glare lighting his features as he continues to address the more competent of the pair of new arrivals. "I will see that these forms are appropriately completed, and then return them to the office where... he," a quick glance toward "Dr. Rio Dan", "may sign them and take whatever credit for the work that he wishes."
Yes, Perceptor had caught that warning from Dr. Perspicax, and, besides which, something just tells Perceptor that attempting to oust this fraud from his comfortable office to the gutter where he belongs would be a far more labor and time intensive undertaking that he really wishes to devote to this wretched planet. Even if it does break his lasercore to even consider leaving such a travesty to science in any position of importance. (Or even alive, which rather frightens him to realize, but the callous disregard for the injured and the threat toward his people... has stirred up something quite fierce in the normally demure scientist.)
"Just remove him from this scene before something... unfortunate occurs. Please," he adds stiffly. "We have wounded to see to before the deceased, and such work is often chaotic and dangerous to superfluous bystanders." Perceptor sees "Dr. Rio Dan's" threat and raises him one. With a stiff, professional smile, even.
"Dr. Perspicax?" When did he look at that card to see her designation? Maybe his visual acuity might just perhaps be a bit... advanced. "There are medical personnel en route. Perhaps you could assist with the other ambulatory injured until their arrival, so that you may also be seen in a timely fashion?"
And with that, "Dr. Rio Dan" will probably find himself speaking to Perceptor's back as the scientist tucks the clipboard away into subspace and joins Botanica and Rodimus in assisting the other wounded.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 13, 2010 21:05:02 GMT -5
"Good to hear," Rodimus answers, gathering the damaged planet up very carefully in his arms. "I'm going to get you outside, then, so I can get back in here and help the others." He does just that, setting the flower outside, but his head lifts as he hears the approaching sirens. He frowns and looks up at Botanica. "I'm... not sure we want to stick around long after they arrive," he tells her, voice low. "I would suggest going now, but there should be enough chaos even when they get here for us to slip away."
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Post by SceneMod on May 17, 2010 22:22:06 GMT -5
The EMTs do arrive. One looks something like a mummy and briskly gets to business, an obvious veteran at this business. The other looks rather like a little lost kitten, uncertainly following at the mummy's leg, chirping up in a plaintive voice for advice. The third seems something like a caged wind given form and drifts aimlessly, checking on the injured, seemingly in not too much of a hurry or caring overly much.
One of the cops who has finally arrived is a burly mountain of a man - no really - some kind of sapient rock creature, who looks like he was hewn from a slab of bedrock. He's chewing on a basalt column like a sucker, and his lava-bright eyes narrow, looking over at the Autobots thoughtfully. He waves his partner out of the car, a lithe, androgynous robot of bridge cable and long struts, who flips through a clipboard, and then stabs at it with a stiletto-dagger finger, nodding, in confirmation.
Dr. Perspicax raises a hand to her forehead, as if what Perceptor just suggested makes a world of sense and she's embarrassed she hadn't thought of it sooner. She fumbles, "I, ah," a limping ram-like creature glares rather pointedly at her, "...yes, well..." She canters off and kneels down, instead, beside a rather fragile avian creature, who also seems to have a rhodium chain tucked into her shirt, the astute might notice. The avian looks rather happier to see Dr. Perspicax than the ram was, for whatever reason. The alien doctor chatters, "Attaining a calm disposition will assist greatly in lowering the surging hypertension evinced by the unusually dark red engorged status shown by your gula and will assist in maintaining consciousness. Cessation of movement is advised until the paramedics reach you in the triage list."
Dr. Rio Dan hiccoughs, "Ssseeya in the office, Garnet," and his chauffeur drags him back toward the vehicle by the tie. The chauffeur shoots an apologetic look at Perceptor.
Rodimus Prime has an armful of acid-loving plant!
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Post by Shanodin on May 18, 2010 10:15:19 GMT -5
Botanica immediately sets to work making the azalea lady comfortable and performing a quick diagnostic on her injuries. The acidophile might notice that Botanica does not share her predilections; the lily's skin is starting to redden and blister in a few areas from the rain, and every so often pain flits across Botancia's face. Still, Botanica helps, doing what she can for this one and for any others Rodimus brings forth from the trolley remains.
She looks up at Rodimus's words, and at the arrival of proper authorities and medical personnel. She, at least, does not bear an Autobot symbol to be linked with that crash days ago, but that doesn't mean anything. She frowns.
"While I see your point, Rodimus...it goes against the grain. I will, however, follow your lead."
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Post by Perceptor on May 20, 2010 16:21:36 GMT -5
"As you say... Sir," Perceptor replies tartly to the snake being dragged away. Don't worry, Mr. Chauffeur, sir, Perceptor doesn't mind taking over for the buffoon, if it gets the job done correctly. No need to use the look of apology.
Perceptor is just hoping that all the appropriate names and addresses are on those forms on the clipboard, now that he thinks about it, though.
"Do not wait for me, if you observe a sufficient opportunity to do so, Rodimus, Botanica," Perceptor explains quietly as he approaches them. After all, he just got his hands on paperwork that should hopefully allow him to at the very least bluff his way free later, if not potentially adopt a more supervisory role in this entire situation. Maybe. He's willing to take that chance, though, to assist the wounded.
Perceptor steps over to assist the ram creature - if he will, indeed, accept any assistance - to a safer area nearer the EMTs, meanwhile looking around as he does so. Yes, as he expected, the other street car is still stuck on the tracks, the electric cables still pulled away from contact by the bottle contraption.
"Has anyone bothered attempting to notify Traffic Control to reroute additional cars around this area?" he calls toward the other cable car. "Is anyone able to safely remove that bottle assembly to restore function to that car before another accident occurs?"
"And no one is to adulterate or relocate the deceased until I have completed my notes!"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 20, 2010 21:26:50 GMT -5
"Gotcha, Perceptor."
Rodimus carefully carries the acid-loving plant outside and sets it in the acid rain. He stands and turns to walk back into the trolley when he looks around and sees how many officials are on the scene... and how many cops. He turns towards Botanica.
"It goes against my grain, too," Rodimus tells her. He looks around. "But these people... they're better equipped to do this, anyway." Then he tilts his head and glances up at the rain. "Besides, we... we need to get you out of this stuff."
With that, the young Prime strides over towards Botanica to shield her as much as possible from the rain, then transforms and opens his back end. "Come on in out of the rain, Botanica. I'll... take you to a park as soon as it stops, and we can figure out what we need to do next."
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Post by SceneMod on May 21, 2010 9:46:13 GMT -5
The azalien suggests to Botanica, grateful for the help, "You know, there is a very good soil amendments store down on Fifth and Vine," of course. "Just... don't ask about some of the compost sources." She shudders.
The ram creature seems fine with accepting Perceptor's assistance - just doesn't seem to like Dr. Perspicax for some reason. He does, however, warily look Perceptor over, like he's looking for some kind of sign or symbol.
The rocky cop snaps, "Yeah? And who are you to be bossin' us around, ya metal-head?"
The whipcord and blades robot, Rocky's partner, glares four red optics at him, and points over at the retreating Dr. Rio Dan, then nervously tapping his pinprick fingers on his arm. Someone picked up on Perceptor calling Reekin' Rio 'sir', even if Rocky's a bit dense. (Alas, poor Rocky really can't help it - he's full of schist.) Dagger slips back into the car to make a few calls, see about that traffic routing.
Rocky is, well, lightning-proof, but he hasn't quite picked up on what Dagger's hinting at, so he just stands there, arms crossed, glaring.
The older mummy paramedic takes the ram creature off Perceptor's hands, taking in the ram's injuries quickly and barking out some orders to the kitty, who scampers off to get the spinal board and collar. The mummy says quietly, "Rio got himself a new robot, huh? Maybe there'll be a few less reports o' robots dead o' diabetes." He sounds doubtful, though.
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Post by Shanodin on May 21, 2010 22:03:32 GMT -5
Botanica gives the azalea lady a smile. "Thanks. I'll look into that," she says, before turning that smile on Rodimus. She appreciates the care the Prime is showing, even if the cause for it annoys her.
Once Rodimus transforms, she climbs into his open back end.
"That would be appreciated. I...if you don't mind, I'm going to stretch out as best I can in the meantime."
OOC: Botanica is skippable, and will leave thread with Rodimus when he heads out.
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Post by Perceptor on May 24, 2010 14:45:09 GMT -5
The EMT's murmured comment fires up Perceptor's ire again - not at the EMT, but at Dr. Rio. Fortunately - or perhaps UNfortunately - the snake is no longer in evidence, and so it is "Rocky" who gets the brunt of Perceptor's anger.
"Not while I have any say over the matter," he replies crisply to the EMT, before rising and turning to lock horns with the hard-headed officer, pulling the clipboard out of subspace and giving it a glance as he does so.
"I, officer, am the individual tasked by the office of Dr. Rio Dan - the coroner's office, if you require additional clarification - to perform the post-mortum examinations and complete the reports upon the deceased," he bites out sharply as he displays the clipboard and the official paperwork fastened to it. "Please, by all means, contact the Doctor and verify that he relinquished the scene to Garnet."
"Now, are you capable of withstanding a high voltage charge, or not? You may wish to gather information on the identities of the passengers in the unaffected car before collecting the contraption which was utilized to sabotage the cable car's electrical system. Unless you would also like to pass your duties onto me as well?"
Grumpy scientist is grumpy, and has friends who may be in jeopardy, if the looks the cops had given them upon their arrival is anything to judge by. He's also been totally truthful. So far.
"Thank you for your assistance. Please do not hesitate to also seek medical care if your injuries continue to worsen," he instructs Botanica with a nod toward Rodimus. "If you had not acted so quickly upon my request, both vehicles would have been involved and the casualties much more severe. The Coroner's Office will be in contact if there are further questions."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 24, 2010 15:02:12 GMT -5
"Hey, just glad I could do something." Rodimus answers Perceptor before pulling off.
As he drives away (a task he has to be careful of, since in this world, he's actually a smaller vechicle), he muses over what Perceptor said. At the time, he had been distracted with the emergancy, the aid of victims, and everything else. Only now does the impact of what happened and what Perceptor said fully hit.
"Did... Perceptor just get a job?" he asks his passenger.
OOC: There's no need for Botanica to pose back in to answer... that statement was intended as the 'final gag', so to speak, of Rodimus's participation in the thread.
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Post by SceneMod on May 25, 2010 14:09:54 GMT -5
Perceptor is taking an impressive page out of The Dummy's Guide to Lying with the Truth.
More cop cars arrive, and the new arrivals confer with Dagger, wince, and get to directing traffic. More EMTs also arrive, and they mostly seem to defer to the mummy, finally setting up something like a sane, normal triage.
Rocky looks taken aback, "Well, I'll be a concretion!" With a creak, his 'eyes' narrow, and he looks Perceptor over. Rio's boys play ball with the force, but they play ball with every gang, crime family, and syndicate, too. The blue and twos got a murder they don't wanna deal with? Just get Rio's boys to write it down as suicide. Even if there's no way the guy could have blown out his own heart from behind. But everyone else gets those same cover-ups, as long as they can pay.
And sometimes, the corpses they were covering up didn't start out as corpses.
Rocky calls, "Yeah, Dagger! Go get the info from the passengers over there. The ones that didn't scram. I got this." He tromps over to the offending connected bottles, crouches down, and jumps - it's like watching a rockslide in reverse - and grabs down the bottles. "Hnph. Bleachers. Agglomeratin' ghost-pervs."
Dagger's already in the other car before Rocky lands. Dagger's fast. Dagger's quiet and efficient. Dagger's wishing Rocky'll get sixed someday.
Dagger's not very nice.
A plain black van also arrives, and Dr. Perspicax looks up and canters over towards it when it arrives. Didn't Perceptor tell her to get medical care? Hmm.
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