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Post by Dr. James Hook on Sept 10, 2011 14:55:08 GMT -5
Hook takes a good long look at Oracle's hands, and he finally decides, "Wash those off. I'm drafting you to pass me things," on the authority of being a cranky piece of construction equipment, which he feels is very good authority indeed. "Third sink on the left, 90 seconds, air dry under the blower on the right."
"Two Long Hauls? Hmm," Hook says thoughtfully.
However, he does get on with it. Long Haul first needs a whole bunch of random joints inserted.
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Post by Oracle on Sept 12, 2011 15:16:54 GMT -5
Staring at Long Haul, Oracle shakes her head. "We already had doppelgangers, we don't need clones too. But lets not test the theory of what can and cannot happen by saying it can't. Around here the impossible seems more like the common." And daring the impossible just doesn't usually turn out well for the ones doing the daring most of the time.
While she won't debate authority, Hook does get an amused look as Oracle scoots over to wash her hands off. They are her best weapons and she does try to take good care of them, though there are the somewhat unavoidable scrapes, dings and paint marks that come rather unavoidably from using your fingers as part of your striking surface.
Making sure to follow the directions given her to the letter, Oracle makes her way back over to where Hook and Long Haul are. At least she doesn't have to actually worry about getting in the way no matter where she stands, though she sure never envisioned using her ability to assist in the medbay.
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 12, 2011 17:01:51 GMT -5
Long Haul narrows his optics as Hook seems to be pondering the possibility of two Long Hauls. "No," he just states flatly. He doesn't turn his head to look at Oracle as she talks about impossibility and how common it is, because he really is a good enough patient not to turn his head when he's being worked on, but he does state, "What she said."
Presumably it'll make sense to Hook.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Sept 12, 2011 19:12:33 GMT -5
Hook does get it. He glares and sniffs, "It was just an idle thought."
"Now, Seeker, pass me the fourth tool from the right, second row," Hook dictates, using a grid system that he feels should be perfectly comprehensible.
Ugh, these ratchet joints are such whiny little glitches about being installed.
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Post by Oracle on Sept 12, 2011 22:59:27 GMT -5
Oracle is not Long Haul, and does not speak Hook-ese unfortunately. Which leaves her looking at the tools and guessing which one he meant. Logic, something she's going to guess Hook puts stock in, would say he was asking for that one over there. So picking up the fourth tool from the right, on the second row down from the top she extends it toward the engineer.
At least standing over here instead of where she had been when she was attempting to be obvious at staying out of the way gives her a better view, even if she's not exactly obviously watching.
And being intent on getting her appointed task right doesn't stop her from commenting, "I have a name you know." Hook has even heard Long Haul greet her by it recently!
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 13, 2011 21:05:01 GMT -5
"You don't have idle thoughts," Long Haul grunts. "Alla your thoughts are pretty slotting busy."
He continues to stay perfectly skill. Good patient is patient. His optic band does, however, flicker with vague surprise at Oracle's declaration. "Huh? I know, Oracle!" he protests, apparently not realizing she was addressing Hook.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Sept 13, 2011 22:09:45 GMT -5
"I know you have a name, Seeker," Hook replies, smiling slightly. She has his hook. He thinks she can suffer being nameless in his presence. He takes the tool, however, and coaxes those stubborn ratchets into position. "Now, the cyberforceps in the top right corner."
So many joints. This would be ridiculous if anyone but Hook had designed it. He thinks he can install that morphcore and test it on the joints he has in so far, soon. A normal transformation cog's not going to be up to controlling all this complexity, Hook doesn't think, but that's where the Bayverse morphcore comes in handy. It's meant to control many-jointed monstrosities.
Hook flicks out a datastick and offers it to Long Haul. "Here. Software updates. You can start on them while I work."
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Post by Oracle on Sept 14, 2011 3:45:03 GMT -5
Long Haul's protest gets a laugh from Oracle even as she acquires Hook's requested tool and extends it toward him. "I know you do Long Haul. It's the other one in the room with your colors I was referring to." And if there's a third person she could be referencing, that mentioned clone has shown up or they have really unexpected company.
Hook is not really scoring any points toward getting that hook back either, but that really doesn't seem to be his goal so that's probably okay. Oracle is likely not earning many points with him either, "light" atmosphere aside. And that's okay with her too. Hook is still a potentially dangerous unknown as far as Oracle is concerned, and she's learned both less and more than she likes since arriving in the medbay.
One thing she thinks she can tell already, he's as smart as she had heard. Whatever Hook is doing is so far beyond Oracle's expertise she's rather glad he hasn't asked for a tool she can't figure out yet. That will be fun if it happens.
It also makes her wonder, in some part of her that questions everything, who might be checking Hook's work. She's pretty sure Long Haul is safe, but that's a lot of ground not covered. She really rather hopes she won't be adding to her pieces-of-Hook collection. Long Haul much prefers him as he is now, as he expressed shortly ago.
Her pensive thoughts leave her with a faint musing expression a bit out of sync with the goings on around her, but with Long Haul being a good patient and Hook busy with his work she's not terrifically worried about masking the outward signs of her inner concerns.
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 14, 2011 21:25:17 GMT -5
If a third one in Long Haul's colors shows up, it's... probably Scrapper.
Long Haul accepts the datastick. "Yeah, got it," he says, and starts to slot the datastick in place... and then he hesitates.
Long Haul feels horrible about this, but he can't... he can't trust Hook. Not yet. It wasn't too long ago that Hook wanted him reprogrammed. Just like Long Haul wanted Hook deprogrammed.
Long Haul summons a standalone datapad from subspace then reaches over, taking care not to interrupt Hook's work, and slots the datastick in.
It hurts to do this, and Long Haul knows it will hurt Hook, but he just... just can't.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Sept 17, 2011 21:14:27 GMT -5
Hook is smart enough to know that when using an unskilled but not unintelligent assistant, one should use a grid system to ensure that the location of the desired object is clear, even if the name of the tool in question is unfamiliar.
When Long Haul hesitates and then checks the download away, Hook turns away from both of them and cross his arms before pinching the bridge of his nose. He knows why Long Haul did it. It's the sensible thing to do, were their positions reversed. It still hurts. Hook ahems and turns back around to resume work.
After a long, awkward moment, Hook comments, "You said you had a new picky teammate."
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 20, 2011 21:50:43 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Oracle due to timeout.
Long Haul winces. He had said that, hadn't he? And at this point, he's not even sure who he had been referring to! "Well," he admits, transferring the datastick from the tablet to a slot in his arm, "dependin' on what kinda 'picky' you're talking, I've got a couple. Like, there's work-picky, like Perceptor, and then there's clean-picky, like Mayday..." He initiates the software upgrade, then peers up at Hook. "Tell the truth, though, none of 'em's really Hook-picky."
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Sept 22, 2011 12:18:49 GMT -5
Perceptor and Mayday. Hook shall remember them. He says softly, "Yes, there's no one quite like me." Long Haul would do well to remember that.
There, that's most of the joints in place, but they'll need motors attached to them to make them move and additional supports for stability. He works on adding in the motors now. The supports will come later, and then he'll have to work on segmenting Long Haul's panelling. Then he'll add in the sensory and control wiring, which Long Haul should now have the software to interpret.
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 22, 2011 15:54:01 GMT -5
"Yeah," Long Haul agrees. He doesn't start to run the software, not yet - he'll wait until the hardware installation is done before he activates the driver's to avoid shadow readings. Then he waits patiently as the ConstructiconConstructibot continues the installation.
"So. How you settling in, anyway?"
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Sept 23, 2011 21:49:41 GMT -5
"Oh, Long Haul. I do not settle," Hook corrects. He never does. "I have mostly been busy working on, ah, this."
Planning takes time! Especially when it's just Hook and he doesn't have a designated slavedriver to remind him to be timely.
So it's a wonder that he's actually doing the supports now.
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Post by Long Haul on Sept 24, 2011 21:22:09 GMT -5
Long Haul considers the matter.
"And you're far enough along to start an install? You've sped up!" he remarks.
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