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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 24, 2010 17:05:35 GMT -5
Blurr is having trouble keeping up with Rodimus in the conversation? And meanwhile, Rodimus is still having difficulty following Patterwing. She's not quite repeating herself that much. While many people find that aspect of Blurr's speech pattern annoying, it's also a big part of what makes him understandable. Instead, Rodimus is dealing with Perceptor-speak at near-Blurr speeds, and that's just a double-does of incomprehensible.
Still, the young Prime manages to focus enough to get the gist of what she has to say. "Entropy?" he asks, optics flickering. He frowns. "Just... who did you work for, anyway?" That raises a few mental warning bells, but not like what she has to say near the end. "Wait, a 'guy like us'?!" He glances at Blurr, then back at Patterwing. "A Decepticon!"
"I'd appreciate the mix, if it'll help Blurr get back... well, back up to speed sooner. But... what do you know about this other patient?"
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Post by Blurr on Nov 27, 2010 19:18:21 GMT -5
"There's that much," Blurr says to Patterwing with a watery sort of smile. He's unspeakably relieved to know that he can recover, but that knowledge doesn't change his condition in this moment or make him recover any faster and now he'll be impossible out of sheer impatience. "Thank you." Then he drains his cup in one great gulp and holds out the empty. "Don't suppose there are seconds in that pot?" he wonders, some of his usual humour returning in that faint twinkle to his eye. "Because I wouldn't mind a second cup at all."
He does feel better for that one little cup; hardly back up to snuff, but better. His head doesn't seem to be swimming any more and his return glance to Rodimus over the question of the other patient is genuinely quick. Not normal speed for him, but quick enough for the average Transformer.
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Post by SceneMod on Nov 28, 2010 23:55:02 GMT -5
Patterwing pours Blurr a refill, shooting the courier a quick, shy smile as she does. Blurr might not catch it, given that he's not really up to speed (pun intended) but there is a definite softness in her eyes- softness and interest.
"Sure, sure, I can get it," she answers Rodimus, up and moving even as the teapot hits the tray. She quickly fetches a silver thermos-like container and hands it over to Rodimus. The thermos is emblazoned with two interlocking gears one black, one bronze, surrounded by a woven chain circle.
She blinks at Rodimus's exclamation, "A what who now?" Patterwing only barely knows that Blurr and Rodimus are Autobots. Blurr didn't exactly discuss that during their initial meeting.
"I don't work in the medical department, really, so all I know is secondhand, but gossip has that he's a police officer who got hurt on the job. His boyfriend won't leave him, and he seems to be a really specialized case; Doctor Ereshkigal is petty high up in the hierarchy there, and she's tending him herself."
"Her assistant, Mort, is the one who got me the base formula for their fuel stuff so I could get it to one of the other departments... what? Is he not one of your guys? Oh, I didn't have them make the wrong thing did I? It won't make you sick, will it?!?" Again, she turns back to Blurr, worry clear on her feathered face.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 29, 2010 0:42:26 GMT -5
"No, no, it's not that," Rodimus reassures, accepting the thermos. He frowns thoughtfully at the symbol emblazoned on it - he'll have to look that up. "We're... the same species."
He pauses, setting the thermos down to take another sip of his tea as he considers. "The Decepticons and the Autobots have been at war for.... a very long time now," he finally explains. "We take the same fuels, but they're... dangerous." He looks up at Patterwing, his own expression now mirroring her concern, but for completely different reasons. "Be... careful."
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Post by Blurr on Dec 4, 2010 22:09:51 GMT -5
Blurr's faction membership wasn't relevant to the discussion when he first met Patterwing! He'd even worn a little belt-like piece to conceal his Autobrand just in case something did go wrong, in the hopes that if he got caught up in a big mess, at least he wouldn't obviously be an Autobot and bring more fire down on their heads.
He does in fact miss that look from Patterwing, busy giving her the same worried stare Rodimus does.
"Rodimus is right," he affirms. "They're awful and they're very, very dangerous. Try not to go near that patient if you can help it." Just being on amiable terms with the Autobots could put her at risk. He looks down at his cup fretfully, then back up; that isn't the only thing bothering him. "What was that stuff?" he asks. "In the containers – how could it just… just… drain me like that?"
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 6, 2010 11:47:29 GMT -5
"Oh! Okay. I don't work in that department and don't really get to that side of the campus that often so avoiding them shouldn't be a problem. Everyone says he's being a good patient though, but those other doctors he brought with him are creepy. There has been some gossip about how someone like him wound up with a pretty jetboy like he did, but well, people like to gossip. Maybe the jet just has a thing for helicopters, I don't know- oh!"
She claps a hand over her beak. "I'm babbling. I'm sorry, I do that when I am nervous or worried and you have me both nervous and worried so..."
Shifting a bit uncomfortably in her seat, Patterwing stalls a few seconds before answering Blurr. "Well, um...it's complicated. But..."
Patterwing launches into a rapid fire scientific montage which Scenemod isn't even going to attempt to type out because she fails at technobabble. The upshot is that the containers were made of an material which absorbs kinetic energy and transfers it into the suspension held within, triggering vibrations which when harmonized with other vibrations in specific patterns can be utilized in a variety of fashions. Like explosives. Which is why not moving quick enough results in big badda booms.
"And that about covers it," she finishes, taking a sip of her tea.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 6, 2010 12:35:04 GMT -5
Rodimus just stares at Patterwing, and it takes all of his willpower (at least the portion of his willpower not devoted to keeping Unicron under control) to keep from interrupting her and asking if she just has a... write up... or something that they can hand off to Perceptor. Maaaybe they can get a recording from his audio, since speech where determining voice ownership is not normaly the sort of thing that calls for particularly specialized sensors, but the need to slow what she said down in the playback won't help!
He takes a sip of his drink. He looks in it for a moment. He swirls it around in his cup.
Finally, he just says, "Oh."
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Post by Blurr on Dec 9, 2010 15:52:09 GMT -5
If Blurr still had his wherewithal, he'd at least be able to keep up with Patterwing's explanation even if the techno-speak would forever escape him. Alas, much like Rodimus, he sits there dumbfounded. He arranges his face into a polite expression somewhere between neutral and a smile.
He would chug that whole carafe right now if he thought it would set him to rights once he processed it. But it probably won't work that quickly. (If only.)
"I'll… I'll just play it back later for Perceptor," Blurr offers. He can at least do that. "Thanks." Now his smile turns apologetic and he looks at his cup, playing along the rim with two fingertips. "You were fired because of me," he adds quietly, "and… and I'm sorry for that."
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 10, 2010 22:32:54 GMT -5
Patterwing looks embarrassed.
"Oh. I science babbled at Hummer speeds again didn't I? I'm sorry, I can try and explain it in easier terms but it might be easier if I just give you a copy of my notes. They aren't complete, because I've had to recreate them from memory and by hand since most of my files- even my portable drives- were wiped by someone after I was fired. But they might help-"
She turns quickly towards Blurr, "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it at all! I have a new job, and it's got a comparative salary and chances for advancement and less... possibilities of black marks on my soul, I think. So it's all right."
Patterwing smiles shyly at the courier, "I'll be all right, so long as you're all right. Are you... feeling better at all?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 10, 2010 22:40:31 GMT -5
"Yes, I'll take the notes!" Rodimus says, perhaps just a bit too enthusiastically. Anything to avoid having to make sense of that again!
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Post by Blurr on Dec 12, 2010 20:19:35 GMT -5
Blurr first grimaces sympathetically at Rodimus's outburst, then looks sideways at the tabletop and rubs the back of his neck abashedly when Patterwing asks after him again.
"A little," he says. "I feel a little better, yes." No longer quite like his brain module is running three steps behind the rest of him (which is lengths behind the rest of the world).
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Post by SceneMod on Dec 13, 2010 22:44:20 GMT -5
"Sure sure, I'll go get them!" Patterwing jumps up and darts out of the room.
She returns very quickly with a small, worn notebook.
"Um....I'd like my notebook back once you make your copies. Please?"
OOC: Fade out on chit chat and tea work for you guys?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Dec 13, 2010 23:39:12 GMT -5
Rodimus finds himself wishing he had brought Spy Shot along! Still, shouldn't be too much work to get this stuff into datapad. "Got it," he answers.
OOC: Sounds good!
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Post by Blurr on Dec 15, 2010 11:04:03 GMT -5
OOC: Sure thing.
"Absolutely," Blurr reassures Patterwing, and this time his smile is only a shade or two off its usual brightness. "We'll definitely get it back to you. I'll bring it myself!" And hopefully, he thinks, his self will be back to normal by then.
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