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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 1, 2009 22:45:59 GMT -5
Security cameras are a double-edged sword. On the one hand, they're great for catching people doing inappropriate things and then reaming them out. On the other hand, Sentinel prime doesn't like when his faux pas are caught on camera.
He tries to get a handle on what's actually going on, and he puts his hands on his hips, claiming some personal space for himself. Sentinel Prime notes, "Energony goodness," yes, he says that, "aside, some low-lifes really go for oil, y'know? Just look for the scum."
Profiling? Yeah, yeah, he's not politically correct.
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Sept 5, 2009 13:38:34 GMT -5
Skid-Z snorts, but keeps himself silent to the commentary of Sentinel Prime. Instead, he says, "we have a lot of Autobots, and Maximals, here. And just one who takes in that raw stuff, right?"
He thinks for a moment, "Other uses for oil..... hmm" He grins quite sheepishly all of the sudden, turning his gaze from the storage room quickly , "Ehm, oh yeah....oil sport wrestling..." He whispers an interesting, but distracting thought-train, coughing sharply before turning back, "how about weaponry? Oil makes an excellent molotov!"
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 5, 2009 19:34:40 GMT -5
Long Haul *stares* at Sentinel for a moment. "Did you just say... energony goodness?" he asks, confused.
Then he shakes his head, and turns towards Skid-Z with a shrug.
"No matter what reason they're takin' it four, if they're takin' it without loggin', they're doing it wrong."
He shakes his head. "We got anyone with a nose around?" He rubs his own noseless face. "I mean... not just a nose, a good one. Like, a sniffer."
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Sept 5, 2009 20:16:49 GMT -5
Oil sport wrestling? She's not going to ask.
That comment is distracting enough for a moment the reference of 'energony goodness' goes right by Oracle, until Long Haul repeats it. Then both he and Sentinel get odd looks. What is with the odd turns of phrase going on?
The mention of molotovs or another sort of weapon made the suggestion to track down the missing oil a bit more urgent. And a tracker was a very good thought. "Unless we have someone with some sort of chemical detection system, one of the Maximals might be the best bet. Their beast modes might be able to sniff something out." She would mention Silverbolt if she knew anything about him other than 'hey, new arrival' but she'd been a bit preoccupied since he showed up. She was actually thinking of Rattrap, but she didn't know how well rats smelled. Well, sniffed, she knew how they smelled by now.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 14, 2009 12:24:14 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime puts his hands on his hips, and he confirms to Long Haul, "Energony goodness! Everyone wants a piece of that."
One of his optic twitches as Skid-Z starts talking about molotov cocktails. Clear treacherous talk, right there! he points a finger over at Skid-Z, and he demands, "And what would you be knowing about such acts of terrorism? Are a car-bomber?"
Which is especially horrific when everyone you know is a car.
He twitches a bit as Oracle mentions beast modes, but he assumes the Starscream clone - er, Seeker - is just using some weird euphemism.
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Post by Skid-Z on Sept 14, 2009 18:00:32 GMT -5
Skid-Z blinks at the finger pointed his direction, did Sentinel Prime just call him a car bomber? Wrong call. But still, Skid-Z seen enough for a first impression, and considers approaching this in a military style.
The racer instantly straighens up, gets loose from the wall, clasps his hand behind his back, broadens his shoulders and calm and seriously speaks in a clear voice; "Sentinel Prime, I am a Cybertronian Autobot recon unit. Yes, I know about acts of terrorism because it's among my duties to detect them so they may be seized and apprehended in time before innocents get hurt. I convey information about the majority of terroristic acts, and especially in urban regions. Molotovs and various likewise weaponry are logged in my databanks as improvisory weaponry, I am a soldier of peace and protection."
While he did miss the matter at hand, Skid-Z does not lose his temper to the accusations.
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 14, 2009 22:27:19 GMT -5
Long Haul rubs his chin in thought. "Well, can't be Rattrap. Ain't possible he's got any sense of smell what works over his own. I'll ask that other guy. Wings. Uhm. Male one we picked up here, with four legs and wings, like real animals, 'stead of the one with two legs and wings."
Long Haul's only experience with organic creatures comes from Gillanan, where the native life usually forms have six limbs in some combination of legs, arms, and wings, rather than the four limb total seen in more familiar locations. He just assumes that that's the norm everywhere.
"Anyway, I guess I'll check with him, check the security camera layout, and, well, request the tapes or something." Long Haul shuts off his datapad and shrugs. "Not much more to be gotten here." He watches the business between Sentinel and Skid-Z with some interest, but doesn't really know what a 'Molotov' is.
Something like that would be far too basic for Mixmaster, after all.
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Oracle
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Post by Oracle on Sept 14, 2009 22:57:42 GMT -5
Shaking her head, Oracle shrugs. "Not sure who you're talking about Long Haul, I'm guessing I haven't been introduced to them yet. They sound different enough to be memorable." She rather agrees with the point made about Rattrap, though she wonders if tossing him in a bath and giving him a through scrubbing might help.
The posturing between Sentinel and Skid-Z gets a wrinkled nose from her and another shake of her head. Seriously, not really the place for that, but she did have to commend Skid-Z for not getting snarly back.
Giving Long Haul another shrug in response to his own, Oracle nods thoughtfully. "Let me know if I can help later then, since you probably don't need another body in your way to check the tapes." Or talk to whoever that was, which she couldn't help with much since she didn't even know who to look for. "I'll keep a look out too, though I doubt I'll see anything."
That said, she turned and headed off down the hall with an absent wave to those remaining. She actually did have things she wanted to do before she got distracted, might as well get to them now.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 19, 2009 21:30:51 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime squints at Skid-Z, points a finger, and mutters, "I'm watching you."
Long Haul doesn't make any sense to Sentinel Prime at all, really. "Maxiwhoosits? Make sense!"
At least the Starscream clone... Seeker... whatever... is leaving.
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Post by Skid-Z on Sept 20, 2009 10:42:46 GMT -5
Skid-Z nods at Oracle's goodbye, "Alright, Long Haul sir, you have any need of assistance or am I dismissed?"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- On his way out as well if there's no objections.
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 21, 2009 22:01:17 GMT -5
Long Haul looks at the others leaving and shrugs. Not much he can do with them right now, anyways. Then he looks up at Sentinel and shakes his head.
"Can't help not making sense. I'm describin' something that's going on around here, and most of that don't make no sense.
"But I'm talking about the Maximals. We got a few of them. They say they're some sorta Autobot descendants from some future or another. S'got, like, fake organic outsides for their alternate modes." He shakes his head. "Strikes me as awful fragile, and I don't get how they manage to carry anything at all, really. But anyways, I'm thinkin' one of them has a nose."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Sept 26, 2009 13:45:06 GMT -5
Sentinel Prime's jaw drops, and he looks utterly, completely horrified. he takes a few steps back and away from Long Haul, toward the door, as if Long Haul could contaminate him solely by talking about fake organic robots. His fingers twitch, as if there were ants crawling under his armour.
He claps his hands around his face,and he exclaims, "Gaaaah, that's horrible! How do they live with themselves? And where do you keep the water blaster and the shop vac?"
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 28, 2009 13:51:45 GMT -5
Long Haul peers out at Sentinel Prime. In Long Haul's case, it's ignorance that keeps him from prejudice - he doesn't have a problem with organics simply because he didn't, until recently, realize that such a thing existed. Introducing a semi-organic Transformer to the Constructibot is kind of like say, introducing a semi-granite one - he doesn't have the background for that to really mean anything to him, so he just shrugs and goes about his business.
Really, he thinks of organics as a whole much the way he thinks of trees: things that somehow built itself using rather disorderly construction methods. Sure, organics aren't as proper as things put together by his crew, but really, what is?
The Constructibot scratches the top of his head as he ponders Sentinel's questions, in order. "They don't really live with themselves as much as they live with the folks that Wedge and Mayday and I assigned to 'em, y'know? For example, Synapse lives with Airazor. Airazorr don't live with Airazor. You'd need two Airazors for that to work." There. That answers the first question in a calm, rational and logical manner, right? "We keep cleaning supplies in the cleaning supply closets. Couple on each floor, labeled onna maps." Long Haul leans towards Sentinel and brings his hand up alongside where his mouth would be, if he had one, and adds as an aside, as though telling a secrety, "Truth be told, I think Mayday went a bit overboard on the number of cleaning closets, but he didn't believe me."
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Oct 2, 2009 23:19:49 GMT -5
Long Haul is not recoiling in righteous horror over the organic abominations! Has he been contaminated, subverted to the sinister organic agenda. he frowns suspiciously, brow furrowed, and he moves to stand next to Long Haul and put a hand on his back. "Long Haul. You need to remember that we're robots first. Stand up for machine rights. Stand up for yourself!"
"I mean... the organic part has to be a huge burden on them. Morally."
Mayday is probably an upstanding man.
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Post by Long Haul on Oct 3, 2009 17:26:01 GMT -5
In theory, it should be really hard to tell just what Long Haul is thinking, what with his lack of face and all. However, he tends to broadcast his feelings with his body instead. And right now, he seems pretty baffled. He doesn't pull away from the hand on his back, and seems friendly enough, but he scratches the top of his head, trying to figure out what Sentinel is saying.
"But... but... they are machine!" he answers. "At least, I thought they were..." Granted, Long Haul's still fuzzy on the difference between trees and crystals, too.
Then he balls his hands into fists and squares his shoulders. "And I am standing up for myself! Ain't my fault I'm short!"
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