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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 3, 2010 19:28:38 GMT -5
Day 15, oh midday-ish. The city of Xxcctaole, outside of which a major excavation of an old temple site is underway (new locale approved by admin). Poor-ish city off the beaten path, but the goods are authentic instead of tourist slop. Thread starts in an open air market. Open thread.
Elita has a brightly-colored woven textile wrapped about her from shoulder to opposite hip, another white and flowy textile slung low about her hips. She's carrying in one hand a small straw bag out of which a few carefully wrapped items are peeking, and in the other hand a slushy-style frozen drink. Suspended in the drink are black balls of sweetened oil, and she giggles periodically when one gets sucked up her straw.
"See, isn't this much better than sticking to those horrid tourist traps, with all the pollution and everyone rushing about?" she asks her companions, "We get to see a bit of what Pz-Zazzian life might have been like before the industrialization of the world."
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Sept 3, 2010 20:02:41 GMT -5
While the others are fawning over this place, Guzzle is just wondering why he decided to come along with them. He likes things exploding around him into big balls of fire, not into bright colors! At least this place isn't as crowded, so he won't be tempted to start shooting people.
But his stance betrays nothing of his inner musings, instead letting his optics dart around. The difference between him and Elita-1 though is that he's completely bare. If someone objects, he'll just say that he's an organic in a protective suit of armor. That should do the trick. "Hmpf. It ain't bad, but it's no Cybertron."
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Dinobot
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Post by Dinobot on Sept 5, 2010 1:04:31 GMT -5
"The air is less foul here than in Basin City," Dinobot admits, surveying the stalls as a couple of children run by him, laughing. One of them bumps into him and he grabs the child's arm, taking back the pouch of shanix the urchin just lifted from his hip and cuffing it on the head to send it scurrying away. "Though I could do without the local color," he adds with a trademark nasal snarl.
Like Guzzle, he's nude save for the coin pouch which he's now replacing on his hip.
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Post by Ramulus on Sept 5, 2010 10:11:50 GMT -5
Do you know who's also tagging along? Darn right!
Munching on fenugreek-like sticks, Ramulus nearly chokes when a young boy comes running up to the group, carrying a small bleating bunch of fur with two small horns, "Mister, Mister! Wanna buy a goat? Only 20 shanix! Itsa good goat!"
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on Sept 5, 2010 14:02:35 GMT -5
This is the same day that Glyph takes part in "Working For A Killing", but I figure I can handwave it as different time of day, and different part of the planet = different time zone. Or just an animation error, like Sunstreaker helping Kup work on roads while he's flying Optimus to Earth in the movie.  Glyph is dressed for adventure! Namely, a simple khaki-colored short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and a pith helmet, complete with goggles. The goggles, they do nothing useful, but they do look cool. She's not out for purchasing much today - she's more observing, comparing things she sees with what she's read in the history tomes. However, the boy with the goat is an unexpected distraction, and brings with it a level of awkwardness, since he approached Ramulus of all the 'bots in the group...
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Sept 5, 2010 14:46:26 GMT -5
Flying overhead in robot mode, at a generally low altitude is Jetstorm! He's using the excursion to the open-air market to totally abuse the "open-air" part so he can stretch his flying legs.
He's also dressed in an orange crocheted poncho, which totally clashes with his blue.
"Hey, brother!" he calls out, flying closer to his twin to speak in a more hushed tone. "Is it being just me, or is Guzzle looking similar to little strongbot that runs around with Rodimus back home?"
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Post by Jetfire (Ani) on Sept 5, 2010 15:53:42 GMT -5
Jetfire frolics alongside his twin, cheerfully defying gravity. He has his own clashing article of clothing: a light blue sarong with dark blue floral patterns. Though the wrap is knotted tight over his hip guards, it seems at risk of flying off at any moment as the jet-bot whips around in a serious of dizzying loops.
"Is much very better!" he calls down to Elita-1. While dodging around buildings may be fun, there's something to be said about an open sky without all the haze and traffic.
He pauses in his aerial acrobatics as Jetstorm moves closer to talk, casting a glance at Guzzle. "I am thinking same thing, brother, only I am not knowing anyone back home who is having such large cannon."
Frankly, the sight of such a large gun on such a small bot makes Jetfire snicker.
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Post by Elita-1 on Sept 5, 2010 17:08:20 GMT -5
OOC: Oh goodness, um, lots of people fast. That means we're on a 24hr timer, I think? Um, as a heads up, I will probably time out more than I'd like due to work. If that happens, please skip me? I'll post back in when I can.
"No place is as nice as Cybertron," Elita-1 responds to Guzzle, the words automatic, almost rote. Repetition of propaganda, really, but that doesn't mean she doesn't believe it. Sure, she always wanted to explore a bit, learn other cultures, but Cybertron is where her spark lies.
It's less the lack of clothing on the robots, and more the fact that they are robots that is likely to give the natives pause. The only reason there are refreshment stands that service "metals" is the excavation outside of town.
There are very, very few non-organic natives, and most of those here seem to be of avian or reptilian base species. The natives themselves are clad simply in lightweight fabrics dyed in bright colors, and a few of them do give The Eye to the Autobots.
Elita lifts a hand to wave at the Jet-twins as they fly about. The boy with goat earns a frown and a wrinkled nose. Too much organic to close! She's gotten use to the Maximals, sorta, and she can handle the natives at a distance, but, ugh! This one is so dirty and smelly!
"Do we look like we need a goat? Whatever that is?"
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Post by Gertrude Huldon/Guzzle on Sept 5, 2010 18:07:45 GMT -5
"Eh, then again, my Cybertron is a dried up husk..." Guzzle mumbles, more to himself then any of the others. Other places really do tend to look better when your own planet is a ghostworld.
Dinobot dislikes the colorful displays? Maybe Guzzle will get along with him, as long as he doesn't start that 'honor' stuff. The Wrecker probably wouldn't have the patience for that, being the kind of guy who prefers to shoot people instead of challenging them to a lengthy duel.
Speaking of colorful displays: Can't those slagging kids just use their damn legs like the rest of them? He tries to ignore them as best as he can, but then they say something about a little strongbot that just makes him look at them funny. "What are you-" Before he can say anything else a little kid is busy offering a goat to Ramulus. Now, Guzzle doesn't know what a goat is, exactly, but he does notice the similarities. So he looks from the kid to the Maximal before pointing and laughing his proverbial ass off, his optics squinted in amusement. "Pfffffthahahaha! Oh man, this is rich!"
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Post by Dinobot on Sept 6, 2010 1:22:49 GMT -5
When Dinobot said 'local color' he was referring to having his pocket picked, not to the actual colors. Guzzle can be forgiven for being mistaken, though. Dinobot's not crazy about the actual colors either.
Dinobot knows what a goat is, and he's not particularly surprised to see one on Pz-Zazz. After all, he was on a crew that all scanned Earth animals as alternate modes without realizing they were on Earth. He gives Ramulus a toothy grin as the Transmetal gets accosted. "Do random children often try to sell you livestock?"
The raptor's expression changes to a disapproving frown as the jet twins soar by overhead. Dinobot is anti-fun on general principle.
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Post by Ramulus on Sept 6, 2010 16:45:09 GMT -5
The kid is actually trying to sell the group livestock. This is a young boy, who doesn't quite know how to react to Elita-1's outburst. He eyes her with fear.
Ramulus, however, snorts. Partly because of the irony of the species up for buying, part because he's..... kinda feeling embarrassed.
"He can try, but I'm not a female so I don't need to take care of it." With that, he takes a wide berth around the lamb... cringing as it bleats because oh, the sound!
Move on please!
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on Sept 7, 2010 0:27:01 GMT -5
Is Glyph going to have to be the personable one here? Perhaps so.
She gives the boy a nervous look. "Um...we appreciate the offer, but we're fine, thank you." Then she turns, continuing on with the group.
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Post by Jetstorm (Ani) on Sept 7, 2010 20:29:58 GMT -5
Aw, but Guzzle, they are using their legs! That's where the thrusters are!
"Only Decepticons were having on-board cannons, if I am remembering correct." Jetstorm shrugs, then suddenly grins. With a quick swipe of his hand, he smacks his brother in the back of the head lightly, then tears off in the general direction the group is heading. //You are being the 'it', brother! Tag me if you can!//
Dinobot might be no fun, but the two are generally harmless! And they have their flight permits, so they're good to go!
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OOC: Headsmack of Jetfire done with player permission.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 7, 2010 21:23:51 GMT -5
Outside the village, Blackarachnia is leaning against a recently exposed carved-stone column. She's mostly shielded from those above by the thick, wide leaves of the towering tropical trees of the area. She is dressed in a light-colored, form-fitting explorer's outfit and carrying a clipboard. There's a patch on her jacket that reads Pz-Zazz Municipal Archives.
She makes a few marks on her clipboard then turns to her companion. When she'd let command know she was being sent out on "assignment" by the Archives, and let them know what that assignment entailed, she'd been surprised at Needlenose's desire to come along.
"So, why were you so interested in some old temple ruins, anyway? if anything of note was here, it's probably been sold to the highest bidder all ready."
OOC: Posing Needlenose w/ permission. Blackarachnia and Needlenose are outside the town, and not in current view of the Autobots. The jet twins could possibly spot her if their game of tag takes them over the excavations. OOC'ly though, I'd prefer they not spot the 'Cons that quickly.
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 7, 2010 23:53:00 GMT -5
Needlenose, for his part, is wearing a rather snappy, well tailored pale suite, one that both offsets his own pale colors nicely while being near enough in shade to the general dust of the area that it shouldn't get too badly stained. In other words, fashionable and practical! Beneath the light colored blazer is a light purple pull-over shirt of simple, but high quality, material. He doesn't wear a hat, but really, with a helm as snappy as his, would you?
"Eh, wanted to see how it tied into some of the more... unusual aspects of the Pz-Zazz back home," he answers, shrugging right shoulder and wing. "They were big into bird worship there, too."
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