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Post by Long Haul on Apr 2, 2008 16:43:58 GMT -5
OOC note: This thread takes place a couple of days after the big party. By now, the roof has been cleaned off.
Long Haul trundles up to the roof in alternate mode, another load of supplies in his truck bed. Once on the roof he drives towards where he's been building and lifts his bed, scattering the new supplies about the area. Hey, he can't really unload himself any other way! He is, after all, a dump truck.
Once he's done that he transforms and walks over to the weapons mount currently in progress. He picks up a more carefully placed sheet of metal and examines it once more, scratching the back of his head as he does.
Long Haul is an experienced enough construction mech that he can easily enough build something if only he has a good set of starting plans to work off of (though he slowed by the fact that he's very used to having help), but he's not quite used to Jazz's design style.
The Constructibot finally puzzles out the next fiddly bit, sighs, and puts down the diagram etched out on metal. Then he picks up another sheet of metal, this one for building, draws his pistol, puts it in 'weld' mode, and gets back to work.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 3, 2008 19:43:04 GMT -5
Having spiked wheels on flat roads is a crime. On a ramp that everyone needs to use and that her roommate has to repair, Pee-Dee settles for clattering about on her heels.
She peeks over the edge of the rooftop as she ascends the ramp, and 'lo, there is a pile of junk! Her optics brighten happily as she jumps and lunges, rolling right into the middle of everything.
"Whatcha doing?"
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Post by Long Haul on Apr 3, 2008 21:19:33 GMT -5
Long Haul is startled by Pee-Dee's sudden, unorthodox arrival - so much so that when he jerks his head up it clangs heavily on the underside of another section of the weapon-in-progress above him. "Ow!" he complains, though even a quick glance would show that the gun mount’s been dented more than his head has been.
He rubs the back of it anyway. "I'm, erm, building... thing... defense weapon..." then he points to the diagram he's been working off of. "Jazz designed it. 'Case we get attacked by the air, and it's not a, y'know, giant planet hologram."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 3, 2008 21:54:21 GMT -5
Pee-Dee plucks up the diagram and attempts to make sense of it. There's a line, and a swoopy curve, and a neat geometric figure, and lots of boxes, and some jibber-jabber in Cybertronian, which is such a pain to read....
Perhaps she is reading in the wrong way. She turns it ninety-degrees to the right. Nope, still doesn't make sense. But the geometric figures are more interesting.
"I'm a copper, not an enginer, Cap'n."1 She puts the diagram back the way she found it, then darts around to peek over Long Haul's shoulder.
Oh! She knew some of these parts! Sort of. "Can I help?"
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1. Mangled Star Trek quote.
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Post by Long Haul on Apr 4, 2008 7:18:25 GMT -5
While Pee-Dee examines the diagram, Long Haul gets back to work. Thus, he is working, thanks, when she invades his personal space and looks over his shoulder (quite a task, considering he has a driver's cab on one shoulder and exhaust pipes on the other).
"Well, I dunno. Can you? I mean... you said yer a copper, not an engineer. I didn't hear nothing 'bout you being no builder, either." Then he points at one of the parts scattered about the roof. "But if you really wanna help, you could hand me that thing."
'Cos it totally makes Long Haul's day anytime he can get anyone else to carry anything for him.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 4, 2008 8:57:23 GMT -5
"'m a Junkion! We fix things!" She's quite happy to take up the post of handing Long Haul things, though, since it means she gets to sit in the pile of parts.
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Post by Long Haul on Apr 4, 2008 17:50:34 GMT -5
"Buildin' ain't the same as fixin'!" Long Haul protests, accepting the part as Pee-Dee hands it to him. "It's... it's building! Not everyone what can fix can build, and not everyone what can build can also fix."
His optics brighten. "I can do both." Then they dim. "But back home they mostly had me hauling instead, anyway."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 4, 2008 21:24:56 GMT -5
"It's not?" Pee-Dee tilts her head slightly. "But you collect the parts, you make sure they're working, you put it together, you test it, then you thump it when it doesn't work, try again, and then take things apart again until you find where you croggled the one little connector and need to replace it."
Pee-Dee has a weird idea of construction.
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Post by Long Haul on Apr 4, 2008 21:53:25 GMT -5
Long Haul is not the perfectionist that Hook is. But this is, in fact, because Long Haul is fond of efficiency. The less time spent hauling, the more time spent doing other stuff. Similarly, the less time spent building, the more time spent doing other stuff. Part of spending more time doing other stuff is getting things right the first time. Maybe not Hook-level right, but sufficiently right.
So Long Haul just stares at Pee-Dee for a moment. Finally he shakes his head and mutters, "Erm... why don't you stick to handing me the parts," he suggests, then points. "I need that one now."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 5, 2008 19:53:32 GMT -5
It's not really Pee-Dee's fault that the materials she works with are, by definition, junk. But she's not bothered by just handing Long Haul things. It'll keep her up here for a while, and so avoiding Nightbeat won't be boring.
"Sure!" She holds it out to him.
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Post by Long Haul on Apr 5, 2008 21:16:01 GMT -5
"Yeah, thanks," Long Haul answers as he gets back to work. He falls into silence for awhile, only occasionally pointing to what he needs. Finally, though, he starts talking again.
"By the way, you might wanna hold off before bringing anymore, well, anymore into the room. I'm used to collectors of, well, everything and all, but we're getting so we're running out of actual people room. I'll get some more shelves and drawers and cabinets built in and all, just to get all the stuff offa folks berths - cept maybe for those folks who want it on their berths - and then you can bring more, well, whatever back in."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 5, 2008 21:39:49 GMT -5
Pee-Dee considers that in an exaggerated pose of thoughtfulness. "I could take my stuff outside. It'd make a better bed out there."
'Cause having a ceiling is weird.
Of course, the first time it rains, there will be an indignant Junkion lurking inside and glaring at this weather stuff.
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Post by Long Haul on Apr 5, 2008 22:20:42 GMT -5
"Well, I'm thinking, what with this thing that happened at Perceptor's lab and all, they're wanting us to be more, erm, centralized, I think, not less," Long Haul answers thoughtfully as his head disappears from view, into the weapon mount he's building. His voice now takes on an echoey quality.
"But... I'm guessing that if the stuff was, dunno, right across the street or something, it wouldn't be so bad. I'd suggest the roof, but we've got these things going up, and we have gatherings up here..." He pauses. "But I think all the wrecked vehicles what were up here when we first arrive got moved into the lot across the street.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 6, 2008 22:29:46 GMT -5
"That'd make a nice junkpile," Pee-Dee agrees. "Just needs more junk and to be stacked and pounded together better. Still pretty nice for sunning in, though."
Some of the parts Long Haul has collected seem to be creeping into Pee-Dee's lap and building up around her legs.
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Post by Long Haul on Apr 7, 2008 18:55:17 GMT -5
"Well, you'll have to build it up yerself. I ain't hauling it. 'Sides, this town seems to already have a junk yard of sort."
Long Haul observes the slow creep of supplies from general ground to Pee-Dee's lap. "Y'know, your gonna have to give those up eventually." Then he points. "I need that one."
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