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Post by Ramulus on Apr 12, 2011 5:13:33 GMT -5
Ramulus comes from a time where there are no CR-tanks. Nor Perceptors to make them. Tub is greeted with a happiness Ramulus doesn't show often.
Once it's done, he will gladly lay himself in the liquid, "reminds me of the human movie Wanted and their wound healing tubs" he murmurs. Tubs wherein humans healed their shotwounds? That's... cool.
"The alternates were confusing..."
((Sorry! Totally went under the radar. Ramulus will go skippable if this is appropiate time.))
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Slider
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Post by Slider on Apr 12, 2011 14:12:36 GMT -5
A slaving, looting Skyfire? While he didn't know much about his new companion, he figured that it was a pretty dramatic shift. But Perceptors words made him wonder just what his alternate would have been like. It was hard not to imagine him being more assertive at least, torturing, pillaging, and all the other things that a typical 'con loved to do because that was what it seemed like they were saying. The alternates were basically Decepticons with Autobot badges. At the same time he wondered if the other Slider would fear being imprisoned just as much as he did.
OOC: Going into the background until needed.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 12, 2011 16:35:28 GMT -5
Bambi listens along and decides to go pillage a cabinet for some electrical tape and Bondo. She'll totally just go to work on herself on the floor unless anyone tries to stop her.
Skippable.
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 12, 2011 17:07:44 GMT -5
"I am glad that Botanica was able to assemble the first pod," Perceptor observes as he ensures that Ramulus is comfortably settled. Or, at least as comfortably as the damaged ibex is capable of right now. The analgesics in the gel-fluid should help soothe any residual pains away for now while Ramulus' own systems initiate more comprehensive repairs, and, at this point, Perceptor isn't sure that anything else he can do would be of more assistance than the tub. Perhaps later when more of the organic systems have laid down their matrices, then he can assist further.
He opts to change the subject, rather than dwell overmuch on their alternates; his own was... a monster. He doesn't really want to think about all of that.
Hiding? Yes. Yes he is. His rationality is slipping, just a little.
"Res, Ramulus. If you require anything, please let me know. I think the best treatment for now will be the tank," he explains as he checks the controls one last time, and then turns back to survey the rest of Medical.
Sentinel tucked away in a private area, on spark support, Skyfire, his power conduit repaired now sports mostly cosmetic damages, Bambi... starting to patch herself up with found materials...
Ordinarily, Perceptor would scoop her up and plop her on a berth to do the work himself, but she is a fellow scientist, if young, and seems to have some concept of what she is doing. He fishes out a few more... robust materials for the types of repairs that it appears that she wishes to do, and stoops to hand them to her. He will check on her work later and assist once he clears a few of the more ambulatory bodies from Medical.
Critical cases stabilized, now on to the least injured. Get them up and back to full functions, and work his way back to the most critical as components come out of the replicators and fabricators.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 19, 2011 11:52:27 GMT -5
OOC: Given the number of skippable and that it has been 7 days, I think I am up? Also I myself am still skippable.
Bambi grunts, "Hnn," when Perceptor gives her better materials. She's an injured Dinobot. Manners are not exactly her top priority at the moment. She's... about qualified to fix human-made trucks, but she sticks to the simple stuff on robots, like splicing together wires that obviously go together. The rest, Bambi will walk off, in Dinobot fashion.
She may well sneak off while Perceptor isn't looking. It would be like her to do so.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Apr 21, 2011 13:21:07 GMT -5
Skip, skip, skipping along...
"They certainly were," Skyfire replies to Ramulus. "I would have liked to have gotten to know the alternate Starscream--he was a noble, upstanding fellow--but we only met formally. I suspect I reminded him too much of my depraved counterpart for him to be comfortable talking to me."
Skyfire notes Bambi's rather injured state. "Perceptor, shall I mix up another batch of CR solution for Bambi, or is that the correct material for her physiology?"
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 21, 2011 17:59:06 GMT -5
Perceptor pauses in the midst of gathering the plating he needs to patch Slider's holes up, considering the potential chaos that could ensue from dunking Bambi into a vat of regenerative goo. Gooey footprints on the ceiling spring to mind. As does the image of gallons of the CR fluid liberally splashed all over every nearby surface.
"Ah, no. I think more conventional repairs would probably suit her better, don't you, Bambi?" he replies, glancing down at the young Dinobot. "However, Skyfire, if you would not mind assisting Slider with his damages, I can compound another batch of analgesic fuel?" Perhaps even with a bit of beryllium fizz in a sweet arsenic base to entice Bambi to actually eat it, rather than try and tough it out, Dinobot fashion.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 22, 2011 20:15:49 GMT -5
Bambi hisses, her fake-feather decorations raising like hackles, and she grouses, "Want see full teratogenicity tests on robots of my reality." What will happen if she grows up and decides to build a combiner team? Could a CR fluid overdose in her youth lead her to design combiner members with goofy weaknesses like overheating, stalling, bad recoil, slow decision-making, and allergy to energon? "And carcinogenicity. Toxicity. Effects on processors and sparks. Clearance rate from body. Side effects." She pauses, tying a bundle of wires off to the side, and cleanly snaps the tie wire with her teeth. So yes, Perceptor is wise not to put the Dinobot in a bucket. Bambi grunts, "Him Perceptor right." Now, maybe if Perceptor made the mix taste like Apatobot, Bambi might be interested. Not that Bambi has ever bitten an Apatobot, but there is a tiny dark reptile part of her programming that is sure they're delicious.
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 28, 2011 11:44:20 GMT -5
ooc: skipping folks due to time out. Please feel free to post back in whenever, all. -----------------------------
What if Perceptor made little pain-pill energon treats shaped like Apatobots? With little arsenic crystals that crunch like bones? And little round bits shaped like eggs, with a crackly steel shell to bite through? Even Grimlock might try those...
"You do not reproduce in such a manner, Bambi," Perceptor replies absently as he begins tinkering back with his chemical apparatus. "I will gladly work up the other results you wish to see, though. Once everyone's repairs are done."
Hmm... and perhaps a dusting of aluminum sulfide on the steel shells to simulate spots and natural markings? With a sweet, gooey synthetic hydrocarbon center! And some silica oxide in a copper matrix to add a bit more resiliency to the body of the mouldable goodies.
Yes, in fact, after a few minutes of clinking beakers and a couple of dramatic little poofs of colored smoke and fizz, Perceptor does, in fact, end up setting a small flask of the analgesic-laced energon and a petri dish full of little bite-sized Apatobots and eggs and even a few rather... inexpertly moulded crocodilians down next to Bambi, all of which are made with a tweaked base of the same fuel-and-analgesics as what he's made up for Ramulus, with minor modifications for Bambi's lack of organic bits.
"Now, Whirligig. What exactly happened to you?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 28, 2011 12:22:11 GMT -5
"What, you Perceptor study medics, engineers, and scientists on weird goo and not on weird goo and see how many dumb weaknesses them build in they creations?" Bambi grumbles. "What if goo give me Bambi uncontrollable urge to design bad rust issues into blueprints?"
Given Bambi's template, however, in an overcharged haze, she and a bar owner will probably design a scrappy little motorcycle, and then Bambi will stagger off, completely unaware that she is now a parent. She will then meet the motorcycle roughly twenty years later, and the motorcycle will become her mouthy issues-laden sidekick on a grand adventure, at the end of which, Bambi will realise that the motorcycle is actually her son.
Bambi peers at the... interestingly shaped pain pills with narrowed optics. Hng, must... resist.... no, nope, she can't. She pops one of the Kinder Eggs pain pills in her mouth, crunches it loudly, and then makes a... strange face, exclaiming, "These really sweet!" Bambi peers back at the rest suspiciously.
Who covered her t-bone steak in sugar? And why?
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Apr 28, 2011 18:05:44 GMT -5
Whirligig is attempting to entertain himself by setting up a series of dominoes in his imagination when Perceptor turns his attention to him. His attention jolted back to reality, his imaginary self fumbles the dominoes and sets them all falling over with a pleasant clickety-clack.
"Aw, my dominoes," he mumbles to himself, then tilts his head as much as he can to look at Perceptor. "Who me? Who else. Well, first I had a narrow encounter with an exploding arm, then I got punched by the ship and Starscream used me as a landing pad and tried to choke a bitch-" Whirligig is that bitch. He admits it. "-And then he blew his payload in my face. Twice. And then the ship exploded! A little."
There was so much explosion in that battle! It was totally worth getting laid up in medbay.
OOC: Skippable.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Apr 28, 2011 19:10:07 GMT -5
Skyfire duly assists Slider, though at his current level of skill in First Aid (none), he's just finding the parts Perceptor or Slider lists off and handing them over as needed.
"Sounds like it got even more lively after I got knocked out of the fight, Whirligig. How did you chase that other Starscream off?" Skyfire asks.
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Post by Perceptor on Apr 29, 2011 17:34:24 GMT -5
Perceptor has made a fundamental error in judgment; young things like candy, ergo, he made the treats... well... sweet. Some of them, at least. He hadn't been able to make a sweet gooey center in the crocs, though.
"The others are less sweet?" he offers, surprised, as he files that displeasure away. No candy centers on Bambi's pills. Got it.
Whirligig... is starting to grate on Perceptor's frayed nerves. He's not as cute and self-sufficient as Bambi, or as soothing as Skyfire, and Perceptor... is not on his best right now. He reaches over, snags one of the egg-shaped treats, and tries to pop it in Whirligig's mouth. Pain management, of course. And maybe that will shut him up for long enough for Perceptor to patch Slider and Skyfire's holes up.
"With his witty banter, I posit," Perceptor replies to Skyfire as he accepts the materials. The holes on both fliers are relatively easy to patch; the trick is putting the surrounding sensors on a temporary block while he makes the welds, to keep from sending the whole aero-sensory system into an overload of painful stimuli.
"I would still appreciate any information that you can provide, Slider, about that energon you mentioned," Perceptor observes as he wipes away a bit of flux. "But, otherwise, you are done here. See Skyblast to have your paint touched up. The same for you, Skyfire."
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Slider
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Post by Slider on May 3, 2011 7:50:33 GMT -5
Slider isn't much of a help either as some of the plates are assembled backwards. If certain nodes hadn't been disabled, Slider would have offered something a little more vocal than the grunts that escaped him. But eventually the pieces to indeed synch up and Slider stands up feeling like a new bot save for a few fading aches.
"I will sir, I'll get started on it right now."
With that, Slider rose and left the way he'd come. He paused though, just for a second, and watched as Perceptor continued to work. Maybe after he finished his report, he'd come down to help out the haggard red mech from time to time. He also thought that it might be a good idea to get to know some of these other Autobots, starting with the two he'd been assigned to bunk with...
OOC: Swear I've been blind recently. I missed this too. Slider is up and out of thread.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on May 7, 2011 12:28:16 GMT -5
There may have been something vaguely resembling modern fruit and honey when Bambiraptor evolved. However, Bambi isn't a real Bambiraptor, not even a real fake animal like a Beast Warrior. What does the lay person think dromaeosaurids ate? Well... screaming jerks at Jurassic Park, mostly, but it all ends with Bambi having a distinct taste for savoury fuels.
She munches the crocodiles down more contentedly. One crocodile tail caught between her teeth, Bambi asks curiously, "This standard medical care?" She picks it out and swallows the tail whole. Chewing is for chumps.
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