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Post by SceneMod on Aug 10, 2010 14:39:04 GMT -5
The folks milling about the motorpool are quite obviously trying to watch Perceptor without letting him know that they're watching him, but they're not doing a very good job of it. They snigger and push each other a bit, watching him expectantly for his reactions. One lights up another smoke.
There is only one motorcycle here. The rest of the motorpool are varied sizes of car, station wagon, SUV, or the like.
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 12, 2010 4:49:15 GMT -5
Perceptor pays his audience no mind as he checks, yet again, the license plates on the vehicles bracketing the motorcycle, verifying from the key tag. Yes, that is the correct plate number on the key tag, and that tag indicates that, yes, his assigned vehicle is this motorcycle.
He's never driven a motorcycle before. Actually, he's not all that used to driving land transportation. He walks everywhere. Not that driving a land vehicle should really be all that difficult when compared to the interstellar transports he's used to piloting, but, still, it will be an interesting experience!
"Hm. Interesting," he muses absently, then shrugs. "Shall we, Glyph?" he asks, offering to assist her into the side car.
Alas, his audience is not getting their money's worth on this show. Sorry!
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Post by Glyph on Aug 13, 2010 23:22:54 GMT -5
Glyph glances around, noting that the others in the garage are watching her and Perceptor, and even spots the elbowings. Her face scrunches into a frown, and she accepts Perceptor's assistance. Once she's seated, she holds onto her cargo of samples quite securely.
"Yes, let us go, Perceptor." There's a slight bitter edge to her words.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 14, 2010 16:29:15 GMT -5
Those milling about do indeed look disappointed as Perceptor... fails at being hazed. C'mon, geeky robot! Throw a snitfit that you can't fit your gear into a motorcycle! Whine about a motorcycle being unsuitable for your scientific image! Complain that you've never driven a motorcycle before! Something!
The one smoking angrily stubs out his cigarette and wanders off, but the others still watch. One raises an eyebrow over Perceptor helping Glyph into the sidecar. What, doesn't her want her on the back where she can hold on tight?
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 18, 2010 19:08:16 GMT -5
Once Glyph is secured, Perceptor takes a moment to study the sidecar a bit more, head tilting from one side to the other as he notes its dimensions and configuration. "I believe that I should be able to construct a platform to secure onto the conveyance if additional..." he trails off as he notes her tone, though.
"Is everything all right, Glyph?" he asks gently as he settles himself onto the cycle and studies the controls.
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Post by Glyph on Aug 21, 2010 0:45:10 GMT -5
Naw, Perceptor can let the lady from the trolley crash ride on the back. Glyph is quite content in the sidecar, thankyouverymuch.
Glyph's grip tightens a bit. "I've got a fine enough grip, sir. Just...drive, I will tell you once we're out of this area." She's looking away slightly.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 22, 2010 10:41:18 GMT -5
The disappointment is nearly palpable in the air as Perceptor takes everything in stride and even discusses building a trailer for his motorcycle. (No, Perceptor, don't jam the Matrix into the motorcycle; Rodimus Prime won't like that.)
The controls of of the motorcycle are pretty basic motorcycle controls.
Skippable unless needed for something. Go forth and ride!
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 31, 2010 17:04:40 GMT -5
Perceptor has had his very self removed from his frame and stuffed into a doll and a Quintesson ship. Something as simple as learning a new means of personal transport? That's not only not annoying, it's FUN!
"Ah... very well, Glyph," he replies, a little perplexed by her reticence, but wholly willing to comply. "Perhaps en route to the transport, we might stop and sample some local cuisine? It occurs to me that we have not refueled appropriately during our work."
Bad scientist, not taking care of your help better!
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Post by Glyph on Sept 5, 2010 14:21:55 GMT -5
At the mention of food, Glyph realizes that she hasn't refueled in...well, a long time. And she hadn't noticed it, either - she was too busy! She looks a bit sheepish, dipping her head down and scratching at her forehead area with one finger. "That... Actually sounds like a wonderful idea. I had not realized how long it'd been."
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 5, 2010 21:50:45 GMT -5
"Wonderful," he replies happily. The onlookers not only don't get the fit they were hoping for, but now Perceptor is smiling as he fires up the bike. Talk about hazus interruptus.
The bike roars to life with a respectable rumble, engine settling into a well-maintained purr as Perceptor disengages the kickstand and shifts it into gear. He manages to pull out of the spot with relative ease, not even burping the clutch as they pull away. Such a novel experience, riding such an individual transport! Perhaps he might build himself something similar for normal use around the Even Horizon, since he lacks a swift alternate mode! (He and Spy Shot can have races down the corridors in their respective transports)
"I am not certain which establishment is best. How does McDistilates sound to you, Glyph?" he asks, nodding toward a place several blocks ahead decorated with a pair of golden oil cans.
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Post by Glyph on Sept 6, 2010 16:03:49 GMT -5
Glyph nods, not particularly picky. "Sure."
Her expression turns to one of curiosity, though. "You really didn't notice back there what they were doing to us, did you?"
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Post by Perceptor on Sept 8, 2010 15:27:14 GMT -5
"Wonderful. Oh! They appear to have a 'drive through', as well! We will not even need to disembark! Unless you wish to?" He hopes that she says no. He's actually rather looking forward to trying the "drive through' out; he's never had the opportunity to do so before, and the concept entrances him in such a silly, simplistic way. Hard to drive through someplacde when you walk everywhere, after all.
Perceptor glances away from traffic for a moment to tilt a look of confusion down at Glyph. "They? Who?" he asks.
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Post by Glyph on Sept 9, 2010 21:44:55 GMT -5
Glyph finally subspaces her cargo, and settles her hands in her lap as she shakes her head. "I'm fine with the drive-through."
Yes, Perceptor, you may indulge your dorky impulse!
"The other workers in the garage. They were trying to get a rise out of you with this vehicle," she says, tapping the hull of her sidecar.
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Post by Perceptor on Nov 13, 2010 6:20:32 GMT -5
Perceptor smiles quite widely as he maneuvers the motorcycle to join the line of vehicles waiting to place their orders.
"Ah," he replies, nodding a little. "I see." He shrugs, glancing down and offering her a sheepish little smile. "I have had a great deal of time and practice in learning not to care. Besides, having any such transport at all is such a novel concept to me that it would not have mattered what sort of vehicle they had assigned me. It is... liberating, not being forced to impose upon one's friends for the simplest of transports all the time. A microscope is not precisely known for it's, ah... mobility. Heh."
One more car, then it's their turn!
"What would you like, Glyph? Can you see the menu?"
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Post by Glyph on Nov 13, 2010 19:39:45 GMT -5
The archaeometrist looks up at Perceptor, then looks down at her box with a sheepish look of her own. "I...see. I suppose I've a ways to go in ignoring detractors, then. Product of my society, I suppose."
Glyph peers up at the menu. Wow, this stuff is so...not-healthy-sounding. Price of convenience, it seems. And letting loose a little now and then never hurt anyone.
"Ah... The crispy silica sandwich sounds good to me."
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