Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Apr 16, 2011 15:15:20 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 2, Day 5, Ship, quarters, open
Blast Off has a room. He supposes he should report to it sometime, the little box where he'll stay when he isn't awake. Blast Off walks there and raps on the door sharply before keying in the open code on the door. The knock has announced him; if they were doing anything untoward inside, they shall have a brief moment to collect their things and make right of the situation. Blast Off thinks this allowance rather generous of himself.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 16, 2011 17:06:35 GMT -5
Blast Off will probably be treated to a bit of deer-in-the-headlights expression from Phobia when he steps in. The bike knows he’s gotten a new roommate but it’s another thing entirely to see a stranger suddenly at the door. Oh dear. And he’d just come in to quickly grab his work too.
“Oh, hello,” he says meekly, immediately switching to a polite smile when he regains his composure. “New roommate, I presume?”
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Apr 16, 2011 19:08:19 GMT -5
Jetstorm was napping. There wasn't much else to do. He startles awake and one optic lights up as he looks over. Ah the new roommate.
He hovers up and waves with two fingers, "Greetings," he says.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Apr 16, 2011 19:35:50 GMT -5
There's a motorcycle and a tiny jet with no legs who could be a rather exotic Micromaster but probably isn't. Blast Off would appear to have been stationed with relatively normal roommates, then! They aren't pseudoflesh animals or made of blades.
Blast Off is just a tiny bit disappointed, but he doesn't let it show.
He greets, "I am Blast Off, of the same reality as Spinister. My pull point is June 1994 CE. I have been assigned here. I am a space warrior. Would you be so kind as to introduce yourselves?"
Sure, Blast Off's read the database, but making small talk is only polite. He takes a step inside, looking at the vacant berth, table, and shelves thoughtfully.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 16, 2011 20:46:41 GMT -5
Well, if it’s any cause for excitement, he’s now sharing a room with an empath. That probably isn’t public information though, is it?
“Phobia,” the bike answers quietly but very carefully does not reach out for any handshakes. “Hook’s universe. I’m a scout.” Unlike Vortex, the bike doesn’t like advertising the fact that he’s an interrogator. Plus, he rather likes having a non-paranoid roommate environment to come back to. It’s all about keeping the peace.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Apr 16, 2011 21:52:29 GMT -5
"My name is Jetstorm, I'm a Vehicon. Used to be a general but can't really be one when there's nothing to preside over," he says, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. He looks Blast Off over, "I am assuming by the name you're also a flier but names, like looks, are just dreadfully deceptive."
He floats back over to his berth, which is still the same large size but Jetstorm argued for it to be large just so he had more space. He's found himself tossing and turning here and there in recharge after all. Jetstorm sits down on the edge, "Oh and I'm from, hm. I'm the only one from my reality on the Decepticon's side here that you might have met."
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Apr 16, 2011 22:20:04 GMT -5
Blast Off does not know about the empathy part, no. He would be fine with Phobia being an interrogator, though! Blast Off sometimes shares his head with an interrogator, which is the last thing he's supposed to do with an interrogator.
"Vehicon," Blast Off repeats softly. Then he nods. "I am a Terran-style Space Shuttle, though I am perfectly capable of powered flight within an atmosphere."
He strides over to his shelves, and he kneels to reach the second-lowest shelf. If he is to live here, there is a matter Blast Off must settle first. He pulls out a box of jumbo sized candles that he raided out of a factory on Gillanan III. Candles aren't exactly what he needs, but they'll have to do. For a proper shrine, there should be a flame, to represent the Matrix Flame.
Blast Off sets up the candle on the shelf, but does not light it, and then adds a holocube with pictures of his Combaticons in all their G2 glory.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 17, 2011 5:55:41 GMT -5
Oh. Oh dear. Phobia shifts uncomfortably, feeling distinctly like he was intruding on something private as he watches Blast Off set up his shrine. One of the many, many downsides of being and emotional sponge, really.
After a moment of hesitation, he quickly distracts himself, climbing back onto his berth and going through the neatly organized pile of things on there. The talking and brown nosing he leaves up to Jetstorm. The bike is probably going to actively avoid this roommate too anyhow.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Apr 17, 2011 10:52:06 GMT -5
There is no brown nosing here, it's called being sociable! Jetstorm watches curiously, leaning on one hand as he does so.
"What are you doing there?" He finally asks as the cube is set down. He's not aware of what the significance of the candles are either.
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Apr 17, 2011 11:06:56 GMT -5
If Phobia gets into empathy range for Blast Off, he might just pick up that Blast Off is intensely, bitterly lonely in a brittle dark chocolate shell of aloof disdain and cruelty.
Blast Off pulls out some scrap copper and brass wires and pokes them into the top of the candle, styling the wires to make it look as though there is a flame there. He won't actually light the candle. Setting a fire on a space ship is just a bad idea, and he would know.
He looks back over his shoulder and answers Jetstorm, "I am setting up a shrine to honour those lost. It is a little pointless, really. Primus is dead in my reality. However, forms must be obeyed."
Now, Blast Off has the image of the lost in the form of the holocube. He has the fake flame to represent the Matrix Flame to carry the signal. He pulls out his ionic blaster and pops the cartridge out and sets it there. Then he pulls out a fresh cartridge of ions and loads it into the blaster, replacing it into subspace. There, he's offered weaponry for their defense and that they might smite their enemies, even in the afterlife.
Not that there is any afterlife to be had, as far as Blast Off is concerned. Empty traditions are all and the best he has to offer his slain team.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 17, 2011 14:12:07 GMT -5
The sensation of Blast Off’s emotions were well within range seeing as they were in a small room together, but actually feeling the full depths of them would require touching the shuttle. Since the bike had no particular inclination toward invading Blast Off’s privacy, or feeling like him for the next hour or so, he’d really rather try and avoid that.
He does pause briefly when the Combaticon explains what he was doing thing, casting a curious look over his shoulder at their new roommate. After a moment, the bike cocks his head slightly to one side, lips set in a nervous line. Eventually, curiosity won out.
“Why would honoring the dead be pointless if there isn’t a god?” Phobia inquires as delicately as he can. He doesn’t really understand the whole gods-being-linked-to-afterlife yet. Afterlives had been vaguely intriguing mythology until after Starscream died. The same went for gods until he’d popped up in this universe; their Unicron had been more of a space monster than a god. Regardless of either concepts being true, both honoring and desecrating the dead occurred anyways.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Apr 18, 2011 19:44:46 GMT -5
The whole idea of honoring the dead seems bizarre and strange. Jetstorm tilts his head to the side and flies over to get closer and inspect the items.
"I'm really hoping you do this only for allies," he says, as he strokes his chin and looks over the shrine.
He isn't sure how close he should get so he stays at least an arm's length (A Blast Off's arm, not his own) away to look at it. It seems like one of those things that could be terrible to mess with!
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Blast Off
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Post by Blast Off on Apr 18, 2011 20:13:11 GMT -5
"Hmm. I suppose you have a point, Phobia. It would be more correct to say that I do not believe in an afterlife. Therefore, anything I do now is for my own peace of mind, no more or less," Blast Off admits.
It's fine. He can be selfish and go through the motions for his own sake. Blast Off pulls out a small dish and sets it up by the shrine. Then Blast Off yanks off his hand and pours out a bit of his energon into the dish. He snaps his hand back on and stares at the shrine for a moment.
Perhaps he prays.
Unlikely.
Then Blast Off stands up and straightens himself out. He sniffs, "Only those worthy of being missed." Don't worry; it won't be you.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Apr 20, 2011 7:20:59 GMT -5
Phobia isn’t too sure he wants to be missed, frankly, much less be worthy of it. Outside of the poor likelihood of developing a close enough relation to another individual to prompt such a thing, the development of said relationship would likely be detrimental to his fragile sanity. Dead and forgotten is better than being remembered for being a meek and useless, anyhow.
As he watches Blast Off... pop off his hand and pour energon into the bowl, the feeling is further cemented. The bike curls up a bit on his bed,feeling slightly queasy, but too polite to say anything. It doesn’t help that his old psychiatric programs are being stirred up by the emotions in the room. He’s not going to try and ‘help’ Blast Off. Absolutely not, and the programs can go screw themselves.
“Fallen worthy enemies tend to have different rituals, if any at all,” the bike says neutrally. The ‘rituals’ tended to be compromised of infuriated yelling at aforementioned foe being stupid enough to get themselves killed. Or just gloating.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Apr 25, 2011 19:35:46 GMT -5
Jetstorm gives up. He shrugs and then goes back to his spot on the bed and looks around, before choosing a data pad of a book to read.
"As long as you don't expect us to take part in that," Jetstorm waves a hand at the shrine.
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