Blurr
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Post by Blurr on Apr 22, 2010 11:04:35 GMT -5
Deciding that Noah would be waiting is basic deduction, really – Remy has vanished off somewhere in the building and Blurr hasn't yet obtained the maps and data he needs to make the test runs. (Blurr also doesn't know about these "ways" and other employees.) So to him, it's only logical that Noah should still be hanging around upstairs.
The cautionary gesture Noah gives him just deepens Blurr's swiftly-growing irritation. He may be young, but he isn't stupid!
"Thanks," he says, "but I know my limitations and I can handle myself so if you'd please keep the comments to yourself since I'm not violating the contract and not exploding I'd appreciate it." Blurr doesn't just take the papers; like the container from the worker's hands a few moments ago, that entire sheaf seems to simply transfer itself from Noah's hands to Blurr's and the speedster's already flipping through them. "…Two-four-six-oh-one?" he adds with a frown even as he memorises routes. "That isn't his name, is it?" Numbers for a name is a possibility, reasons Blurr; some cultures are just quirky that way. He doesn't want to accidentally offend by tossing a "Hi, Bob!" on his way through.
Traffic patterns on that route look really messy around this time of day, but if he tries this side route and then jumps to another at this intersection, with the right timing, he'll miss what few stops there are. He'll also have to see what changing up to avoid an unexpected red light will do to his time (probably not much, but better safe than sorry).
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 22, 2010 12:11:36 GMT -5
"Right, right, you're a professional. I shouldn't question," Noah says dismissively, a faint sort of amusement in his expression.
"It's his company designation. I'll admit, I'm not sure if he has any other. He was in charge of volatile cargo long before I came on board here." He shrugs, "And he's never offered up anything else."
"Oh, since I doubt you want to decon every run, and it isn't necessary, you need this to get back in that lower door." He holds out a clear plastic passkey. When Blurr takes it, the center will turn a brilliant blue. "So long as it's blue, the door will open automatically for you. Just have it somewhere visible on your person; I can get you a lanyard if you'd like. The color intensity will fade as your sterilization field fades, and when it hits a loss of ninety percent, you'll have to come back in this way, that nine minutes 24601 mentioned."
Noah stands and stretches. "I think I've given you all the information you need. I'll let people know you'll be making some dry runs, so they aren't surprised when a robot zooms into their workspace. I'm going to head back to my office and start prepping for the actual transport. Drop in and let me know when you're ready to give it a go."
"Unless you've got anymore questions?" Noah offers, but he tone makes it pretty clear that he considers himself done with Blurr for the moment.
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on Apr 26, 2010 22:44:12 GMT -5
"Hm!" Bob it is, then, Blurr decides with a quizzical look on his face. He reminds himself to ask Bob at some point what he prefers to be called as he takes that key. "A lanyard would be a very good idea I think," he says but doesn't wait around for one. In fact, the moment Noah starts to stand, Blurr is gone to start a couple of runs. He won't get serious until he has to decontaminate again and can test it with the full and proper time limit in place.
He could swear those globs inside the container get colder the more he jostles it.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 27, 2010 12:39:30 GMT -5
When Blurr returns to the warehouse from his first run, there will be a lanyard hanging just inside the door.
The first route on Blurr's list is the most direct. It has very few twists and turns, not too many hills, and follows the main traffic thoroughfare. The downside is...it follows the main traffic thoroughfare. There are traffic lights at almost every block for the part of the run that goes through town. It's only a short part, maybe ten miles, but it's a congested area at the best of times, and it's lunch hour.
The plus is that the route has decent sidewalks that are well kept, and mostly clutter-free. They are, however, quite crowded this time of day- see earlier comment about it being lunch hour.
Of course, it's Blurr. He could thread the eye of a needle while running at light speed, so traffic may not be an issue.
The contents of the tube do indeed get colder the longer it is in contact with Blurr's plating. The suspension liquid also gets brighter. But other than a bit of frostbite, Blurr shouldn't notice anything adverse.
This is a dummy container, after all.
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Blurr
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Post by Blurr on Apr 27, 2010 16:27:22 GMT -5
Blurr would be an awful traffic hazard if his reflexes weren't as good as they are, as he does disruptive things like duck off the sidewalk to avoid clusters of pedestrians and slip between vehicles and dash through stoplights just as they turn red. Many a skirt and long coat flaps wildly with his passing and many a hat is lost to the blue-tinted gust of wind. If they listen, his accidental "victims" might even hear the apologies drifting back to them.
He nimbly shifts the container to his other arm even as he pivots on one toe to cut down a sidestreet when the traffic up ahead looks as if it's turning into a jam. He doesn't want to accidentally leave anyone naked because he's tearing down the sidewalks.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 28, 2010 0:03:17 GMT -5
When Blurr eventually makes his way through the town traffic, he'll find himself in what looks to be a medical district, a bit removed from the city proper. The destination complex is a bit sterile and austere looking, and Blurr's instructions are to go to a specific outbuilding of that complex.
The guard doesn't attempt to stop him, but he does wave. Well, he tries to, but Blurr is probably way past him before the hand is even in the air.
The door to the outbuilding is open, and there are signs reading, Courier Drop: ---> to direct him to the proper room. Just inside the door, there's a young avian lady in a protective suit holding a clipboard.
There's a color-coded pattern on the floor, different from the arrangement of colored bottles in the warehouse.
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Post by Fleetwind on Apr 28, 2010 8:29:18 GMT -5
Fleetwind has been avoiding the street level of Pz-Zazz. Far too crowded, and why spend time among the crush if you can fly? After taking only long enough to get the proper permits he's spent virtually all his time in the sky or among the roof tops.
(Decepticons? Bothering with permits granted by another species? To fly? Even mild mannered Fleetwind thinks this is a bit much, but they've been trying to avoid drawing negative attention to themselves....)
The Seeker is perched on the ledge of one of the taller buildings when a movement, a... well, blurr below catches his attention. He frowns, focusing his long range scouting-sensors to try to track the object below. When that fails, he attempts to focus them in the direction where the thing seems to be moving.
It takes only a momentary slow-down - say, for a change in direction, to dart between cars, to avoid leaving a pedestrian naked, to enter the destination building - for Fleetwind to finally make out enough details to determine who it is, but even then, the yellow Seeker is left confused.
OOC: Skippable for the time being. Fleetwind will be in the sky, observing practice runs as much as he's capable.
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Post by Blurr on Apr 28, 2010 11:21:40 GMT -5
The sign flashes by in an instant, more than enough for Blurr to follow. He does something he wouldn't do under any other circumstances when he rushes through the doorway, though – he stops. He justifies it with the fact that this isn't a real dry run just yet and he wants to make sure he gets the layout right.
The layout here is not the same. He looks at the suited worker, ignoring his cold-stiff elbow.
"The name's Blurr," he says by way of introducing himself. "Noah said he'd let someone here know I was making test runs because I'm making test runs for this so I guess you're the one he called and if you are please don't be alarmed, this is a dummy container which I hope he told you but I'm telling you again just in case. Better safe than sorry!"
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 28, 2010 12:50:03 GMT -5
The bird lady titters and tilts her head, taking in Blurr. Good things she's got feathers, because otherwise she'd be blushing. She thinks Blurr's really cute!
"Oh, he did, and I know it's a dummy, so I'm not really worried at all, but my you're fast! He just called, and it was barely two minutes ago if it was that, and I just got down here myself and oh- I am babbling. Sorry, I'm a hummer you see and we tend to just talk and talk at speed like we fly and it can get really annoying and I'm doing it again. Sorry!"
She makes a few notes on her clipboard.
"But really, if that's any indication you're the fastest courier he's tried to send, even with just a dummy run, and I'll bet that when you've got the route down you're even faster because then you don't have to stop and think because that's the way it works when you're going faster than everyone else. This is great, it means the research can finally be completed and Doc will stop being so cranky. Well, he probably won't, he'll just find something new to be cranky about, but that's okay, because I'll get my transfer!"
"I'm Patterwing, by the way, if you've got any questions, any at all, I'll do my best to answer. This is really important research and even more important to my CV so really I want this to work so bad!"
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Post by Blurr on Apr 28, 2010 13:19:45 GMT -5
As Patterwing chatters, Blurr's eyes widen and his cavalier smile turns first to a look of slack-jawed surprise, then a faintly dumbfounded, slightly wistful, definitely thrilled, lopsided grin.
She doesn't sound at all like she's talking in slow-motion.
"I don't mind it at all!" he exclaims quickly, forgetting about his stiff elbow. Now is no time to flirt, but spending a few thousand years with Hot Rod tends to leave a mark on a bot. Unfortunately, Blurr isn't as good at charming the ladies as his buddy. "I don't mind it and I like it as a matter of fact and has anyone ever told you that you have a lovely voice? Because it really is pretty." He has no idea what she sounds like to others – maybe the way he sounds to fellow Autobots, only feminine? – but he hears the breathiness, the fluting hum in some sounds. She has a cute laugh, too! And a fetching smile, beak or no. He moves from the opposite side of the room – he's been committing the layout here to memory – to speak to her more directly. He leans down just a little, peering at her face from below and an angle. He's all lavender and blue and she makes him look plain!
He isn't quite as… adventurous as his small partner, but Blurr can't say Patterwing isn't lovely. How much of that is the fact that she can keep up a conversation with him – that she likes to talk this way, that it's as natural for her as for him and he isn't a nuisance to her – remains to be seen.
"Lots of questions," he admits, nothing but earnest. "I have scads of questions, more questions than even I can ask right now in one go but I'll be asking them as we go along so you'd better be ready to answer!" And with a lightning-fast wink, he dashes back out to try a return route. This assignment is starting to look up again.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 28, 2010 13:39:50 GMT -5
Ohhh, he's looking at her. Like, looking and that's great, but oh, it isn't because she isn't supposed to flirt with the help. She ducks her head a bit, eyes downcast as she touches the base of her throat. Well, where her throat would be if it wasn't hidden by the suit.
"Okay, then, I'll do my best, and you just be careful! I know there are several ways to get here and none of them are easy, so if you need any advice I'll give what I can. Oh but you can't fly, can you so..hmmmmm."
And then Blurr is gone, and she's looking after him, a wistful look on her face.
He's faster than I am. Maybe...maybe it will work, this time.
She scribbles some more notes and then steps out to make a quick call.
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Post by Blurr on Apr 28, 2010 22:28:10 GMT -5
A habit Blurr picked up somewhere along the way is to never take the same route twice in a row. It makes him too predictable; if the enemy knows where to look, they find you much more easily. So he doesn't go back the same way he came. This route is more convoluted, though, taking sidestreets and alleyways to circumvent major intersections and traffic stops. It's a little close in some of the alleys, buildings rising up on either side, and Blurr has a moment or two of feeling distinctly penned in.
He just puts on more speed to get past it. The container had started to warm up while he stood around talking to Patterwing, but it's turning chill again and his elbow aches a little. Finally, he relents and cradles it in both hands – it isn't an arrangement he likes because he's used to keeping at least one hand free in case of combat. But he shouldn't have to worry too much about that here. Right?
The shipping yard looms before him in almost no time at all, then the doorway into the containment area.
"Hi there, Bob!" he tosses at the old cargo master on his way around the room. Then he's back out and gone again to try yet another route, snatching the lanyard off the wall as he passes.
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Post by Fleetwind on Apr 28, 2010 22:40:21 GMT -5
Once Fleetwind figures out which building Blurr went into, he watches it rather intently. Before Blurr emerges again, he's taken to the air. He flies upwards, to gain altitude, allowing him to watch more of the city at once, and to see more with less movement.
It's only because of this that he's able to watch Blurr as the Autobot emerges. He rather suspects that he's not properly tracking where the speedster is, but for the moment he's only looking for patterns and general trends. He spies the second building that Blurr goes into, and then frowns when the Autobot immediately exits it once more.
OOC: Still skippable.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 29, 2010 0:10:48 GMT -5
Blurr's next route of choice is pretty simple all and all, less stops, but much more twisty, and there's a patch of new construction that has the sidewalk and half the road torn up.
Patterwing is just stepping back into the room when Blurr zips into it.
"Oh!" She checks her clipboard, and the tiny clock attached to it, "That's even faster than before and before was really, really fast! You have to max out around FTL to be getting close to these numbers which means that really and truly on a straightaway your faster than the fastest ever I've seen and ohhhhh! The research!" She trills happily and zips (nowhere near Blurr-speed, mind, but really fast for an organic creature) to a terminal and starts inputting data at faster than Rapid-Fire Typingtm speeds.
She is practically vibrating, she's so happy, and if Blurr gets close he can probably hear a faint humming.
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Post by Blurr on Apr 29, 2010 10:31:08 GMT -5
Affirming Blurr's own bluster about how he's the fastest there is only encourages him and he grins as he pauses, shifting the dummy container from one hand to the other. It relaxes his hands, too, easing the chill in the joints. It isn't terribly cold, but it nags, a continuous dull ache that refuses to be forgotten.
It's forgotten all the same when he hears the exhilaration in Patterwing's voice and sees the way she moves. To his eyes, she's still slow, but she's so much faster than he's seen from many of his fellow Cybertronians, much less from an organic. He isn't doing a good job of not making it obvious he stops here rather than at the shipyard simply because Patterwing isn't there, but she didn't seem to mind before. He just doesn't want to go overboard and frighten her off. Imagine the conversations they could have!
"A question before I go since I'm going soon," he says. He's assuming she's quick enough to handle her typing and his chatter. "Or maybe it's two questions, but I need to ask all the same. Did you know the layout here is different from the layout at the warehouse and if you did know do you know why?"
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