Oil Slick
Rookie
Pharmacists do it over the counter.
100ccs of Pure Evil
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Post by Oil Slick on Jun 4, 2010 11:28:22 GMT -5
Wandering through an alleyway at the moment is a thin black-and-green-painted robot carrying a large drum in one hand, and a roll of some manner of material in the other. He glances around, then appears to be confirming something before placing his cargo against a building. The green dome around his head retracts, and a dirty tarp appears from subspace.
Yes, Oil Slick still has his makeshift poncho!
He puts it on, then sits down beside his cargo, doing his best to appear to be a homeless 'bot until his other comrades show up.
--- Skippable!
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Blurr
Minor
There Before You Know It, Gone Before You Blink
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Post by Blurr on Jun 7, 2010 2:16:02 GMT -5
So close! So close, so close, just a few more blocks! Blurr whizzes past building after building, past dustbins and broken down fire escapes – was that a vagrant back there? Poor fellow! – noting the exceptional or unique ones mostly as landmarks to track his time. It keeps his mind off the twinges in his hands.
He can't set down the container fast enough once he's through the doors, but set it down he does, and carefully. Dummy it may be, but it's a fragile dummy of fragile cargo.
"So how was that?" he can't help asking Patterwing with a grin.
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 7, 2010 14:51:27 GMT -5
Fleetwind briefly wonders why he's being told about demolitions work - sure, he comes equipped with vehicle mode rockets, but those are hardly precision demolitions tools! Still, he decides he'll pass the word on. Surely someone among the 'Cons can do something with that information.
The Seeker doesn't even say a good-bye to the drone as it departs, but instead starts going back to focusing on what's going on below.
Hmmm. Blurr seems to be staying inside a bit longer this time...
He examines both buildings involved, looking for a Primatech logo on one or the other, while he makes his radio call.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Jun 9, 2010 10:53:01 GMT -5
Off in the distance, Scourge makes his way toward Ye Shady Meeting Spot for the convening of the Impromptu Wiley. E. Coyote Society. Driving on sidewalks and being shorter than most of the populace is so weird. He'll be there soon, anyway.
OOC: Skippable.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 9, 2010 12:38:58 GMT -5
Blurr is carrying explosive cargo, and the drone has mentioned that there are clauses absolving responsibility if the courier has an accident. It's a subtle hint. Perhaps, too subtle, but then, circumspection is the name of the game.
The starting complex does have a Primatech logo spaced at intervals around the fencing. The destination lab, however, does not bear that logo, but the symbol for a medical group called Life Alternatives.
Patterwing can't contain her excitement when Blurr stops- or her pleasure at being able to talk to him again.
"Oh that was wonderful, simply wonderful, and if you can keep up that pace on the real thing you'll get all the containers moved with time to spare! I can't believe we're finally going to finish this! It-" she breaks off then, and gives him an apologetic look, "Sorry, I can't tell you more now but when you done, maybe- oh, but what about your hands? How are you managing the temperatures? I know it has to be terribly uncomfortable."
As she talks, she's reaching for Blurr's hand, the one that was holding the container, fully intending to take it in her own and give it a good examination.
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Misfire
Minor
The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
Posts: 449
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Post by Misfire on Jun 9, 2010 12:43:52 GMT -5
Misfire heads for the coordinate he indicated over radio. Once above the alleyway, he transforms, using his anti-gravs to drop almost silently down to the ground. As he does so, he opens his cockpit to allow his spider passenger to exit at will.
Once Tarantulas is out though, Misfire can't quite suppress a shudder. Those Predacon things bother him on a good day, and having one of the creepiest riding inside him is almost too much.
//On site.// he radios to the Acme partyline.
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Tarantulas
Minor
The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
Posts: 398
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 9, 2010 13:58:59 GMT -5
Tarantulas transforms and climbs out of Misfire's cockpit, scuttling down to the ground before changing back to robot mode again and giving the alley a quick once-over.
//Reporting for duty.//
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Blurr
Minor
There Before You Know It, Gone Before You Blink
Posts: 304
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Post by Blurr on Jun 10, 2010 23:23:46 GMT -5
"Oh I'm fine," Blurr lies with a grin, smoothly shifting both hands to his hips in a confident pose. "It isn't too bad at all, nothing I can't handle. But–" But it means a lot that you're worried enough to ask. "–Thanks for asking. Now I have one more business-related question to ask and I hope it isn't another one you can't answer since there seem to be so many of those. These places for the containers," and he looks at them, lifting one hand to clasp his chin thoughtfully in still-icy fingers, "I already know they're differently arranged from the warehouse layout because you said this arrangement will disperse energy, but is there something else about them that matters?" He looks at Patterwing. "I could swear there are tiny lights near some of them, very small lights, maybe LEDs. Are they just decorative or are they gauges or are they simply status indicators? There are just so many possibilities."
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
Posts: 730
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 11, 2010 21:47:44 GMT -5
Fleetwind continues to watch, noting the arrival of the other Decepticons. He darts forward, then transforms to hover as a pyramid jet.
Yes. He hovers.
While the Decepticon pyramid jet is rather recognizable, ultimately, from a distance he looks like rather a lot of generally triangular type aircraft. He hopes that'll be enough.
The Seeker remains on station, continuing to provide a tactical view for the others.
(It keeps him out of danger).
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 12, 2010 19:15:01 GMT -5
"Oh," Patterwing's hand falls, and she tries very hard not to show that his refusal to let her touch him upsets her. They're...supposed to be all professional about this, right? "So long as you're sure...."
She turns away and makes a couple of notes at her terminal, not really anything that couldn't wait, but it passes the time and allows her to group her thoughts properly for her answer.
"I can't go into too many details, but yes, the entire panel is rigged with a large variety of sensors that monitors temperature, energy output, kinetic energy residuals, weight, balance and a whole host of other things. Once you start your actually delivery, I'll power everything on; I've just been running with most essential sets for practice. But don't worry! It won't interfere with your run time at all!"
"Oh, and...and Doc will probably be here for your delivery run, so...we won't be able to talk like this because I'm not supposed to talk to the couriers at all beyond the absolute required and you won't tell will you because he'd be ever so upset with me!"
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Misfire
Minor
The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
Improving. Honest!
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Post by Misfire on Jun 12, 2010 19:42:20 GMT -5
Misfire looks into the sky as Fleetwind says he'll be staying up there. The jet's wings twitch. He'd rather be up there, in the sky, then down here hemmed in by this filthy city and playing sitter to a pair of ground-pounding, chemical-sniffing crazies.
"I'm just...going to stay out of the way. If I can't fly, I'm not much use, except to fill the area around him with fire. Once Scourge gets here, he can decide where he wants me."
Skippable, unless tapped for something
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Tarantulas
Minor
The not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man
Posts: 398
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Post by Tarantulas on Jun 12, 2010 21:58:56 GMT -5
Tarantulas stalks out of the alley and walks down the street, comparing the layout at street-level with the map provided by Fleetwind. After about a block he transforms to spider mode and crawls up the side of a building, resting on a fire escape overlooking one of marked routes. Having to dodge around giant pedestrians is a pain in the spinnerets.
Skippable for the time being.
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Blurr
Minor
There Before You Know It, Gone Before You Blink
Posts: 304
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Post by Blurr on Jun 14, 2010 12:41:12 GMT -5
But Blurr just didn't want Patterwing to hurt herself. His hands are really cold – he doesn't know if he might accidentally burn her even through those heavy gloves. He starts vibrating them to warm them up and he tries to be as discreet as possible about it because having just his hands buzzing is probably pretty weird to organics and maybe even a little lewd.
"All right then! And no, I won't tell," he reassures her, "because I'd never forgive myself if you got into trouble just because we were chatting, which is a silly reason to get into trouble if you ask me and I'd hate to be the reason you got into trouble." As if the Autobots aren't in deep enough around here!
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Fleetwind
Major
The Chancellor, His Eminent Grandeur, Marquis Fleetwind. The Insurgent Subduer of A Non-Threatening Cute Little Furry Kitten
Twined Elf
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Post by Fleetwind on Jun 14, 2010 22:47:21 GMT -5
Fleetwind continues to hover and watch, watch and hover, tiny triangle in the sky.
OOC: Skippable until Blurr leaves the building.
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Post by SceneMod on Jun 15, 2010 11:21:40 GMT -5
OOC: And I think that gets us down to just me and you again, Blurr, until you make your run.
Patterwing's a hummingbird. She vibrates as a matter of course.
Which...might not make things any less lewd, really.
Patterwing's head ducks to one side, and she's blushing under her feathers. "Thank you, Blurr. I...you really are nice, aren't you?"
She says that like she's not used to dealing with nice folks.
"So! Do you need to make more practice runs, or are you going to want to start delivery soon? I'm in no hurry, mind!" she hastily adds, "But he'll ask me."
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