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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 11, 2009 20:23:28 GMT -5
Mayday would have retorted to Long Haul's first statement. However, Long Haul brought up the ship. The glorious, glorious (and ridiculously massive) ship, that would eventually be his ticket off this festering ball of dirt and living things and rotting things that were once living. And dirt.
"Plans! Yes. Um, I have the complete set up here-" He taps the side of his head. "And there's, uh, some less complete hard copies etched into the wall over there." He jerks a thumb at the wall in question. Clasping his hands beneath his chin, he asks gleefully, "Did you wanna see 'em?"
Oh he does so love showing off ships, and ship parts, and ship plans, and just ship ship ship love in general. Ships. Shiii- that thingy is nibbling one of his panels.
"Aaaah, don't eat that!" he shrieks at Tiny, flailing his arms about wildly. "Don'teatitdon'teatitdon't!"
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Post by Shanodin on Mar 14, 2009 18:14:20 GMT -5
While Mayday is busy having a conniption over Tiny, he gets yet another invader into his (apparently very wide) personal space. Botanica spins up from beneath the ground, vines twirling and settling gracefully into place. Her bandages are finally gone, though there is some obvious scarring at both her shoulder and lower torso.
"Ah, good, I seem to have found the proper place. Thanks again for helping to bring down supplies, Long Haul."
She stares a moment at the fretting Mayday. " And you must be the new addition to EMS. I've been so busy helping in medical...," she trails off, then smiles and extends her hand, "I'm Botanica, Wedge's second. I need to make sure you're aware of a couple of special requirements as you work on this behemoth of a ship."
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Post by Long Haul on Mar 14, 2009 21:53:53 GMT -5
"'Course I wanted to see the plans!" Long Haul exclaims, trudging towards the wall he's written them on. "Can't help you put the thing together if I don't know where the bits go, can I?"
The Constructibot is about to call Tiny to him (and away from the panels) when Mayday's flailing sends her skittering backwards. After backing up, quickly and worriedly for several steps, she turns around and scurries over to Long Haul, hiding behind him and peeking out from behind his legs. Long Haul snorts in amusement.
As Botanica arrives and thanks Long Haul, Long Haul stares at her for a moment, his optic band flickering in an approximation of a blink. Then he shakes his head, muttering, "Still not used to getting thanked alla the time," before adding, louder, "No problem, boss-plant lady."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 14, 2009 22:38:58 GMT -5
Mayday's high-pitched ranting at Tiny quickly devolves into a sound not unlike that a boiling kettle makes as something bursts from the ground nearby. Not even his brief encounter with other Maximals could prepare him for this face-to-face meeting with Botanica. Having already gotten himself somewhat worked up over Tiny, this sudden addition of a technorganic to the mix is not doing wonders for his mind.
What? This strange apparition is talking in a perfectly rational and friendly manner? Like he can bother to hear that over the freak-out occurring in his head.
What is that what is that what is this oh slag it has tentacle things it came out of the ground what the slag whattheslagwhathslgggg-
'It' reaches out - to grab him, no doubt! - and Mayday promptly keels over backwards, optics going dark.
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Post by Shanodin on Mar 14, 2009 23:21:48 GMT -5
"Oh my word!"
Botanica rushes forward as Mayday collapses, managing to catch the fainting bot before he has a close encounter with the tunnel floor. Carefully, she guides him down, kneeling after a fashion with his head and shoulders in her lap. She has completely missed that she herself was the cause of his mental overload, thinking instead that he must have some sort of shortage in his motor controls.
She will be considerably less gentle when she realizes he was flailing over her appearance.
She looks worriedly over at Long Haul, "Was he acting unwell? Before I arrived? I might need you to take him to medical."
catching and fretting over Mayday done with player permission.
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Post by Long Haul on Mar 15, 2009 0:31:42 GMT -5
Long Haul's optic band flickers as Mayday falls, and he snorts, turning away from the plans to plod towards the others. Tiny peers up after Long Haul as he heads off for the strange, noisy mechanoid, waiting a few moments before following after.
Long Haul shrugs as he peers down at the two. "Acting unwell? He ain't acted well once since I seen him! He's, erm, a bit high strung, if you ask me. Prob'ly just wound himself up to tight, is all." Still, he kneels next to the other Autobot, doing a quick preliminary check to see if they need do anything besides wait for a natural reboot.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 15, 2009 9:21:12 GMT -5
Optics gradually flickering back online, it takes a moment for Mayday to fully take stock of the situation. Lets see here:
One, the creepy organicy plant thingy is close. Very close. Very, very close.
"Nnygh!"
In fact, not just close. His head appears to be on something that is totally not the ground. He is lying partly on the thing.
"Ghfff!"
And finally, Long Haul is also rather too close for comfort.
"Yeaaaagh!"
With that, all his reasons to panic have been firmly established, and he is cleared to act upon them. He screams and flails about wildly. "Aah, don't eat me! Or rip me apart! Or violate my circuitry! I don't wanna die, ahh! Save me, save me, don't touch me, but save me!"
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Post by Shanodin on Mar 15, 2009 10:05:04 GMT -5
The fainting coupled with the sudden flailing and screaming at first makes Botanica wonder if perhaps Mayday had had some sort of nightmarish flashback. So while she does attempt to grasp his arms, worried that he might hurt himself, it is with a loose grasp only, one that he could quite easily break.
...Or rip me apart! Or violate my circuitry!...
Now Botanica is unfortunately starting to get it. Her Rattrap decided once that watching some...interesting media might spice things up between them. And it did, but that is something best not shared.
Her voice is sharp as she says, "You will stop this ridiculous panicking right now! I am not some monster here to ravage you. I am a Maximal, one of your superiors, and by the Matrix I am getting damned tired of new arrivals thinking I am some sort of bogeyman, when I have done nothing to warrant such thoughts!"
She ceases any attempt to hold Mayday, and he could scramble up and away if he wished.
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Post by Long Haul on Mar 15, 2009 11:49:24 GMT -5
"Well, y'know, to be honest," Long Haul begins hesitantly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment, "if you had caught me back when I first got here, I'd have been, erm, pretty thrown off by you, too, Botanica. I ain't never seen nor heard of organics before I came here. First time I saw trees, I thought they was rough, badly laid out support columns, only missing what they was supposed to be supporting! Took Perceptor to set me straight, so's now I know that they're more like crystals. Only, you know, not shiny or see through and without that whole trend of fracturing along a straight line." The more Long Haul explains his understanding of organics, the more obvious it becomes that he still doesn't really quite get them at all.
He points at the flailing Mayday, taking a step back to give the other Autobot some room. "I like to think I'd have reacted a bit better than that, though, even if you had popped up back before I met any of the trees."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 15, 2009 12:32:11 GMT -5
"Aaaa-! Er." And finally some of that speech gets through to his jittery processors. Maximal, superior? So... the creepy thing isn't a thing? It's... a Transformer? Or so? One of his optics spasms. What the slag is wrong with this place? Universe? People?! Mayday resists the urge to yell this and flail some more, and instead makes use of the tread on his back to creep a reasonable distance away from the two other Transformers before getting up.
"Um, ma'am," he says with a nod, expression and posture some mixture of sheepish and incredibly grossed out.
And just when things look safe, Mayday recalls that, freaky organic Transformer or not, she was touching him. His hands fly up and scrub furiously at the back of his head. "UNCLEAN! I'm unclean!" Pausing, he cringes, and glances at Botanica. "Um, not that I'm saying you're dirty or anything. I just don't trust you to be clean. Well, not you. I mean, you too, but well people. People are unclean. In general. Maybe. Um?"
His fingers twitch as he resists the burning urge to clean for a moment longer, and then out come the sterilizing fluids and scrubbers.
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Post by Shanodin on Mar 15, 2009 16:47:10 GMT -5
"I can understand surprise and confusion, Long Haul, but that's no excuse to be rude," Botanica says as she rises, "You do just fine, and have always been perfectly polite, even if your manner tends to be a bit rough." She tilts her head at the Constructibot, "Your graps of organics is....rudimentary at best. If you've the time I can always give you a few lessons on the biology and makeup of organic flora and fauna."
Mayday is still flailing, even if his physical flailing has calmed somewhat. She puts her hands on her hips as he begins to clean himself in earnest, frowning at him.
"You have automysophobia*? How on earth are you managing to function down here then?" She shakes her head. "No matter, at least you are....mostly functioning. I'll try not to take offense at the reactions, since I imagine you can't really help them. But, if it's my alternate mode which also upsets you..."
She transforms, that fluid shift of form and light which is very different from what Mayday would consider a transform. She hovers in robot form, and it's worth noting that the scarred areas seem...worse, more pronounced. "Does this help, perhaps?"
OOC: *fear of being dirty.
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Post by Long Haul on Mar 15, 2009 18:36:01 GMT -5
"Well, if you think it's important that I learn that stuff, sure, I suppose I can find some time for the classes. Whole business just seems a really messy way of doing things, though, if you ask me," Long Haul answers Botanica as he scoops up Tiny, who is still peering nervously at the nervous Mayday. "Erm, no offense or anything. I'm just thinking, ain't no way you'll be able to give me a few quick lessons and then I'll know how to repair the things, and while it might be handy to know how to fix you... well, truthfully, ma'am, don't seem like anyone has got a clear grasp of that."
Long Haul, sadly, lacks the ability to read footnotes, so the meaning of the long word Botanica's chosen to whip out eludes him. "I'm not sure about all auto-misshops-y, but he sure does seem like he's got a problem with dirt and stuff." He rubs behind one of Tiny's ears and adds, "seems kinda strange that he'd end up in a dirty job like construction, really."
Yes, Long Haul is standing right there and discussing Mayhap as though he weren't there.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 15, 2009 21:49:24 GMT -5
"Automyso-wuh?" Mayday glances at Botanica, still busy scrubbing the back of his head and neck. "Um, I manage by... managing. I guess. Somehow."
He can only stare blankly at her transformation and resulting robot mode. "Uh, yeah sure. That... helps." Well, no, it doesn't much, she is still one rather freaky looking dame, but he's already insulted her superior once. Sometimes it's best just to keep these things inside.
A problem with dirt and stuff, Long Haul says? "Er, it's not so much about the dirt so much as what might be in the dirt. Lurking. Y'know, like, disease. Whiiich really kind of makes people-dirt worse than just general dirt-dirt. From stuff. I mean, not even dirt from people necessarily. Just touching an apparently clean person could be bad enough. They could be crawling with... with... Alduric silicate worms or something!
"Microscopic creatures those worms, nearly undetecable," he says, voice dropping to a low and vaguely sinister tone. "They crawl through your armour, eating the metal and leaving tunnels full of brittle material in their wake! They eat and reproduce and eat some more, going completely unnoticed until one day your plating is so riddled with their tunnels that it just shatters!" He swings his arms out dramatically, optic twitching slightly. Straightening up, his voice shifts back to sounding more lighthearted. "Happened to the friend of a friend of this guy I knew back at the shipyards.
"Uh, so yeah, it's more the people than the dirt. Though, the dirt really could be harboring all manner of unsavory things..." Mayday suddenly turns an accusing look on the ground, recoiling away from it slightly. He had been doing his best to ignore the potential threats of the unsterilized tunnels, given that there wasn't a great deal that he could do about them. But now that it had been brought to his attention, that floor really could be covered in the dormant spores of the energy-sucking Gnorglian mite!
"Nnygh, I miss my shiiip," he whines. "...Wait, ship. SHIP!"
Quite suddenly, Mayday ceases his cringing, and promptly strides over to the 'whirligig', hefts it up and carries it over to another component, and begins to connect a variety of wires to it.
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Post by Shanodin on Mar 17, 2009 9:31:25 GMT -5
"No offense taken, Long Haul. Such lessons would be entirely voluntary on your part, and only if you were interested in said. I've no desire to bore you to death," she says, smiling at the Constructibot.
Mayday's antics however, cause that smile to fade rather quickly, and her brow to furrow in consternation. She snorts, "A germaphobe then. Lovely. Maybe we should build you a bubble to live in, with arms and attachments so you can do your work unhindered." Sharp sarcasm is sharp.
"But yes, as for the ship. While I'm sure you've been informed of the size requirements and the like, I have some specific designs which must be included, some for the lighting through out, as well as plans for an atrium."
"And yes, this is a necessity, not a whim on my part. You'll not be to that stage for awhile, but you still need to plan for it."
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Post by Long Haul on Mar 17, 2009 22:07:10 GMT -5
Long Haul would smile back, but... he has no face. So instead he continues to rub Tiny behind her ear.
As Botanica speaks, Long Haul tilts his head and considers. "An atri-whatzit?" he asks, vaguely confused. "Y'mean we're gonna bring a garden along?"
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