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Post by Perceptor on Aug 20, 2009 16:09:59 GMT -5
Day 33. Open Autobot thread.
Certain skills lend themselves more conveniently to learning new trades than others do. For example, someone who already has a deep understanding of physics and a basic level of physical prowess will have an easier time, theoretically, developing more complex dancing skills than one who cannot find both feet with a map and a compass, and has no clue what mass times acceleration equals. Generally speaking.
Or, for another example, one who already has an incredibly well honed understanding of molecular chemistry and a deep curiosity for, well, everything, should have an easier time developing a wide variety of libations. Especially when so many people have been requesting exactly that sort of work from him over the past few months.
Perceptor has always been curious about fuel composition, but usually for finding the most efficient and cost effective blends. These last few months, however, have awoken a deep and abiding interest in studying palatability, as well, and in a much wider variety of fuel types than ever before. He's even finally dedicated one entire corner of his portion of the laboratory facilities to a permanent distillation apparatus, complete with all the various condensers and fluid exchange coils necessary to tinker with nearly every aspect of the process. And tinker he most certainly has!
The problem with such exhaustive study, however, is that the fruits of his work must be evaluated at some point, and he simply does not have the constitution to test the wide variety of his new repertoire by himself. Besides, being able to please his own palette is all well and good, but rather... selfish... when there is an entire ship full of individuals who would likely appreciate a little tipple now and then themselves. How convenient that it works out that way, then.
In other words, Perceptor is experimenting upon everyonethrowing a party! Okay, rather he's providing the refreshments, and if a party happens to spring up around that, well, it isn't as if they have any crisis at the moment to attend to instead, right?
How he had managed to transport all that energon and oil and other assorted fuels to the forward lounge without getting spotted, intercepted, or waylaid is anyone's guess, though. There must be enough fuel here in every hue of the rainbow, from low-grade to the most lurid high octane, to put a smile on half of a small planet! Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but there is everything from a rich, fizzy golden energon with flecks of red and black bobbing about amidst the bubbles to a thick, acrid black sludge that gives off occasional puffs of nitrogen fog to a candy-sweet, pale pink frothy confection and everything in between. Something for every range of appetite and taste, hopefully.
Well, only one way to find out.
// Attention Autobots, // Perceptor transmits upon the Autobot frequency. // I have recently begun experimenting with new varieties of fuel blends for everyone. Anyone who is interested may come to the forward observation lounge to try the results of my work. Thank you. //
Translation from Geek? Yo! Open bar is open!
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Aug 21, 2009 20:16:23 GMT -5
Botanica happens to wander by the open door to Perceptor's chosen room just before the scientist makes his announcement.
"Perceptor, what are you-" his radio echos in her headset,"-Ah, I see." She moves into the room and over to Perceptor. She survey's the rather varied offerings with a critical eye.
"Been dabbling in a bit of mixology on the side? Really, what did you intend to do with all of this, other than make half the ship drunk?" Her tone is disapproving, but if Perceptor is paying attention, he'll see the twinkle in her eye, and the slight quirk in her lip.
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 21, 2009 21:11:40 GMT -5
"Put the remainder in storage, of course," he replies, unruffled. "And if only half the ship attends, I shall be most disappointed."
Why, yes. Yes he did just imply that he intends to get the whole ship schnockered.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 21, 2009 23:15:04 GMT -5
But what about those on Rock Watch? Or Nav Watch? They have to stay put!
(Maybe they can get schnockered later).
Rodimus is only here because of the radio broadcast, and even he's a bit surprised at the sheer amount of liquid here. The young Prime steps out of the way of the exit, then smirks and crosses his arms.
"This looks a bit more than necessary for a simple taste-test session, Perceptor." He then shakes his head. "Where did we get all of this, anyway?"
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Oracle
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The future is always in motion.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 22, 2009 0:09:36 GMT -5
While she wasn't all that interested in trying anything she might find in the room, a sense of sheer curiosity didn't take long to pull Oracle toward the forward lounge after Perceptor's radio broadcast.
Poking her head in she stops for a moment in shock before continuing into the room. Now that's a whole lot of probably dangerous things to drink. And far fewer people, though hopefully more will arrive.
Taking a cue from Rodimus and moving out of the way of the door, she shakes her head. "Indulging your creative and recreational chemist side Perceptor?" That was a lot of words for bartender, but than again a bartender didn't usually make the alcohol to. Botanica's mixologist was probably more correct, but Oracle hadn't heard it.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 22, 2009 19:30:12 GMT -5
Skyfire ducks his head out of habit as he steps into the lounge. "Hello, Perceptor!"
He steps in and to one side, looking over the array of drinks. "Nice spread. We having a welcome party for the new arrivals?"
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Skid-Z
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'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
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Post by Skid-Z on Aug 22, 2009 23:34:55 GMT -5
People! Drinks! Fun! Or, at least will be soon enough if this crowd is anything like back home....
Skid-Z smiles cheerily upon stepping in seeing who's already there. "Hey guys!"
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Shanodin
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The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Aug 23, 2009 10:02:33 GMT -5
Botanica just shakes her head and sighs.
"Well, I suppose we could do with a relieving of tensions. We never did properly celebrate he launch and all."
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 23, 2009 13:11:48 GMT -5
"Exactly!" Perceptor beams at Botanica.
There's more than enough that anyone who is unable to join them due to the duty roster will be able to find ample selection when their shift ends, yes. Besides, Perceptor had to produce enough for Omega Supreme to indulge as well, too. It wouldn't be polite to exclude Omega Supreme just because he is confined to the hanger bay due to size constraints. The only reason why Perceptor had not taken everything there, in fact, is that it seemed equally rude to simply descend upon Omegas refuge and inflict the whole ship upon him at once. Perhaps Long Haul can assist Perceptor in taking Omega's libvations to him later, and migrating a smaller part of the gathering there to keep the mighty Guardian company.
"I produced it all myself," Perceptor answers Rodimus. From materials I brought with me from Gilannan III and energy which I have produced and collected via numerous experiments." He could explain it all in depth but, number 1, no one really wants to know, number 2, it's supposed to be a party, not a dissertation, and number 3, well, that takes the cartoon SCIENCE out of it. In short? Perceptor came up with enough raw materials to play with - without dipping into the ship's resources - because the plot dictated it. Of course.
"And it is... not exactly... a simple taste test. really," he adds a little sheepishly. "Botanica is correct; there never had been a truly proper celebration of a successful launch beyond Xaaron's christening. Additionally, there have been quite a few new arrivals since the last recreational gathering, and many of our group have not had or taken advantage of the opportunity to meet and get to know each other, an essential requirement if we, as a unit, are to live together in relatively tight quarters."
"Besides," he grins, shooting a welcoming nod at Oracle as he continues slyly, "I should not be the only one having fun." Because it really has been fun doing exactly as Oracle suggests: indulging his recreational chemist side. Not that he minds building and creating and inventing and such to mitigate one problem and challenge after another. Not at all. But sometimes there is just something so gratifying and enjoyable about being able to tinker without having a life or death objective on the line. To learn for its own sake.
"Greetings Skyfire, Skid-Z! Yes, indeed, Skyfire! Not only for them, but for all of us. It is important to remember that there is more to life than merely addressing one crisis and puzzle after another. But enough from me. Come, come!" he urges, waving his hand to indicate the cubes and cans and barrels and vats of varied refreshments strategically arrayed about, not all of which is designed to intoxicate the imbiber, it might be noted. At least half is close to the same octane as their normal rations - except for the additives that concentrate their potency now, requiring less to achieve the same effects, since they lack access to their previous supply of power stations - merely adjusted for flavor, viscosity, and plain, old-fashioned variety.
"Come and test the products of my labors, please!"
ooc: given the potential (hopeful) chaos of a party thread... suspend posting order and encourage splitting off into other threads?
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 23, 2009 17:54:51 GMT -5
Rodimus wanders over to the spread, investigating the drinks visually first. As the others arrive he looks up and shoots them a grin, then looks back down, quashing the part of him that points out that if they conserve this, they'll be able to go longer without a stop.
So they'll have to stop? It's been awhile since the 'Bots (and Maximals) have cut loose, and this would be good for morale, anyway. Ten years and a lifetime ago, the robot Rodimus had been wouldn't even have fretted over such a thing. Strange how things change.
Rodimus picks up a drink, one that seems almost purple... in fact, it's a pretty good match for Hot Rod's old color scheme! Then he grins to the others.
"Fair enough, Perceptor." He smirks at those gathered. "Now, you guys aren't going to make me drink alone, are you?" With that, he holds his own drink up, as though waiting for the others to join in.
OOC: Sounds fair enough.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 23, 2009 20:02:29 GMT -5
Adding my vote for conference style posting.
Mirage saunters into the room just in time to hear Rodimus's entreaty. The spy is well acquainted with Perceptor's expertise in this field, and is quite curious as to what the scientist has managed this time.
"Perish the thought, Rodimus. Who in their right mind would leave you lonely, eh?"
Mirage quickly plucks up a glass, one that holds a deep green liquid with a sharp, almost herbaceous scent. He holds the glass up, slightly tilted toward the Prime.
"A toast to Perceptor, and to relieving tensions?" Mirage quirks a smile at the Prime.
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Aug 24, 2009 12:55:45 GMT -5
The soldier goes over and settles to choose a fiery maroon beverage that somehow carries a strange cinnamon-like scent, and promises a strong and burning taste.
He agrees with Mirage; wholeheartedly, and promptly kicks in a personal cheer; “Let us drink to the maker, to have made this fine blend Drink to a lady, a lover, a friend To honor the dead, to endear those alive But most of all, celebrate the pleasures of life!”
Out of pure habit, he’d almost continue right into the second verse of this six-versed platoon cheer. Still, Skid-Z stops himself, staring at the others, before grinning brightly, “ehm, cheers?”
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 24, 2009 21:42:31 GMT -5
It's not that Rodimus is unused to being flirted with...
... Well, okay, Rodimus is unused to flirted with. But Hot Rod certainly wasn't! It's been awhile, though, and the young Prime wasn't expecting it from Mirage. He had never really worked with him, but Mirage had always struck him as pretty distant and aloof.
For whatever reason, Rodimus is taken off-guard, and he's still bumbling for an answer when Skid-Z gives his toast. The Boy Prime lifts his small cube with a grin, and shouts, "Here here!" then takes a long sip.
It's a really long sip, because when he's done he'll have to face Mirage.
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Tracks
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Can't match this
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Post by Tracks on Aug 24, 2009 22:07:04 GMT -5
Did somebody say free drinks?
"Goodness you've quite the spread produced, Perceptor," Tracks exclaims as he ducks into the room. "Color me utterly impressed." And that color would be something that would go splendidly with his color scheme of course--same goes with the drink that Tracks picks up not more than a few moments later: a lightly smoking and fizzing yellow liquid. Cradling his beverage in one hand and wrapping his free arm over his chest, Tracks saunters over to Perceptor as he takes a sip. "My compliments and a toast to the brewer." He raises his drink, takes another longer sip and crooks his lips in a smile.
"I have a feeling that sampling all of this shall make for quite the interesting endeavor," Tracks remarks to whoever is close by. There's a slight note of amusement in his voice as he catches sight of the group of Mirage, Skid-Z, and Rodimus not too far away.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 24, 2009 22:08:56 GMT -5
Skyfire reaches for a cube of the fizzy golden stuff, and raises it to Skid-Z's toast. "Well said!"
He looks around and tries very hard not to just lean against a wall and watch the party go by. It's habitual with him; if he stays against the wall, he's not rudely obstructing everyone from going where they want to go. Sometimes it's hard to be the largest thing in the room and polite and gregarious all at once.
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