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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 13, 2011 23:43:03 GMT -5
Month 2, Week 1, Day 3. After Fools Rubies. Open. Am assuming Pee-Dee gets away with the ruby in her optic.Pee-Dee clatters into the medical bay where they keep her junk bin, grinning. There's a very obvious patch job to the back one knee and her right arm is a low-quality skeleton from shoulder to tips of three grasping tines. Oh, and there's a large shard of glowing ruby sticking out of one of her optic-sockets. She glances around Medical, twisting her head even more than she usually might to compensate for the blind spot. When she spots the white car fellow, she exclaims, "It's the Moonlight Knight!"
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Post by Drift on Nov 13, 2011 23:57:37 GMT -5
Drift isn't a mech to be staffing the medical bay. He's simply sorting things, and you don't have to know what things are to put them in the right bin: small round things over here, hexagonal nuts over here, wire wrapped on spools. It's not much, but it keeps his hands busy, gives enough of his cortex something to do. It's...soothing in its own way.
He looks up at the noise, startled.
"The...." Whuh? He looks around behind him, confused. It's not surprising, with all that damage, that the newcomer got hit in the head.
"...can I help you?"
....probably not.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 14, 2011 0:14:17 GMT -5
"The Moonlight Knight," Pee-Dee repeats, finger-gun pointing at Drift. "Just smile and nod. All the other Autobots do."
She wanders over to one of the examination tables and awkwardly clambers up on it. "I'm gonna tell you about an accident, and I don't wanna hear 'act of God'.1" She waves a finger in a circle around the ruby shard. "I get by with a little help from my friends. I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.2"
"You're going to want the non-conducting forceps," she adds. "I don't know where the new jolly green giant keeps his Hidden Valley Ranch, or I'd get them myself."
1. Big Trouble in Little China 2. "With a Little Help From My Friends", The Beatles
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Post by Drift on Nov 14, 2011 17:29:49 GMT -5
He doesn't quite smile and nod--smiling's sort of not in his skillset yet--but he does manage a headtilt. Close enough?
"All right...?"
He pauses, trying to remember where Perceptor stored things. One thing for the nerd: everything was neatly labeled.
"...Perceptor is red. And that sounds...kind of personal." He has no idea what she's talking about, but, he can sense innuendo when he hears it.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 14, 2011 19:13:20 GMT -5
"Perceptor's not new, either," she points out. "The new jolly green giant, he's in for the long haul. We hope."
She clicks the tines on her skeletal arm together and makes a face down at it. "Hate it when I can't get my arm back."
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Post by Drift on Nov 16, 2011 23:15:26 GMT -5
Drift clearly needs to actually pay attention to the ship. Sorry, Pee-Dee, but brooding and angst are a full time job.
He finds the right forceps, and crosses over, holding them out. What? She doesn't actually trust Drift with a sharp object near her optic, does she?
His gaze drops down to the arm. "Does this happen...often for you then?"
((ooc: gdit, bookmarks hate me))
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 18, 2011 20:41:26 GMT -5
Pee-Dee blinks the one optic capable of blinking when Drift offers her the forceps. "Oh! No, will you take it out? I'd do it myself, only it's getting electricity from my wires, and it's kind of volatilely explosive so I don't want to just flail around with grabbing it."
She's saying all this in English, incidentally.
She waves the skeletal arm vaguely. "There are eight million stories in the naked city. This is one of them.1"
1. The Naked City
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Post by Drift on Nov 18, 2011 22:32:28 GMT -5
Oh, so she'd much prefer Drift flailing around with grabbing it. At least she's got a sense of adventure?
"Uh." Drift looks at the forceps and then the ruby. "You want me." HIM. "To remove a bomb from your optic."
Someone here has a deathwish. Okay, maybe two someones.
...okay. Well, he supposed asking her about the arm was maybe a bit too personal, anyway. "Eight million is a lot of replacements."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 18, 2011 22:56:40 GMT -5
"Yes!" Pee-Dee says brightly.
"I get knocked down, but I get up again. You're never gonna keep me down!1" She taps her tines against the leg with the patch-job. "The ruby in the knee was more annoying at the time. But with it, I raised up my hand on high and said, 'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it I might blowest mine enemy - in this case, Onslaught - into tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin.2 Didn't quite manage 'tiny' bits, but it made up considerably for him ripping my arm off. Which would have been okay if Officer Spinister hadn't decided to light a flamethrower rather than curse the darkness3."
1. "Tub-Thumping", Chumba Wumba 2. Monty Python and the Holy Grail 3. Men-at-Arms, Terry Pratchett
You have my permission for Drift to manhandle Pee-Dee however necessary for pulling the ruby out.[/i]
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Post by Drift on Nov 26, 2011 21:18:14 GMT -5
((ooc: you asked for manhandling? XP))
Drift might not keep her down, but he can sure splat her down on the berth for a klik or two. This is what happens when you have a mech best known for stabbing attempt repairs. Drift presses down on her helm with one hand, and after a hesitation--or three--he brings the forceps to the embedded ruby.
He pauses, trying to make sense of the story. He thought he was bad at coherent narration? He just left, you know, all the important bits out. She seemed to...add all this other stuff in. "You threw another of these at Onslaught. Because he ripped your arm off."
Just checking. And it's pretty impressive: Onslaught was no joke.
Right. Optic-ruby-bomb. He pinches the stone with the forceps, securing a good grip.
Here goes nothing....
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 27, 2011 13:21:58 GMT -5
Pee-Dee grips the edges of the table so she doesn't slide about on her wheels.
"Yes. Then DSC Halford got tired of all the mothernothing snakes in the mothernothing mines1, and the Decepticons ran through the briars an' they ran through the brambles an' they ran through the brushes where a rabbit couldn't go! They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em, right down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.2"
This is not quite how things went.
The ruby flickers wildly, and likely alarmingly, as Drift pulls it out of Pee-Dee's head. There's also some unpleasant-in-context sounds of metal clinking against metal. It may take longer to pull out than he expected, too - by the time it's all the way out, he'll be able to see it went three-quarters of the way into her head.
It also doesn't blow up!
1. Snakes on a Plane, loosely 2. "The Battle of New Orleans", as performed by Johnny Horton
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Post by Drift on Nov 28, 2011 22:24:31 GMT -5
Good thing someone has some fraggin' common sense here, because sliding around on the berth would have been awkwardsville.
Huh? Drift grunts. Clearly this de-rubification is going to require a bit of elbow grease. And leverage. Which will probably also be awkward and involve an elbow someplace Pee Dee might not appreciate.
"...don't know any of those places." He frowns. "Missed out on a lot of the war, apparently." Like the 'Mexico' part.
He turns to place the ruby--carefully--on one of the worktables a safe distance away, and then turns back, a bit--okay, entirely--baffled about how to patch up a ginormous hole.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Nov 29, 2011 19:23:53 GMT -5
"It's a long war," Pee-Dee says consolingly. "I have no idea how you guys can keep fighting for nine million years. It seems like you'd get bored with that game and start something else before then."
As Drift moves away with the ruby, she rolls off the table and wanders over to the junk bin. Why does MedSciEng keep a box full of debris and scraps even they can't find a way to recycle for repairs?
Because the Autobots have Junkions.
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Post by Drift on Dec 5, 2011 21:36:28 GMT -5
Yeah, well, that would imply Drift was capable of, you know, reflection and that sort of thing. Despite the sharps swords, he's rather more like a blunt instrument.
"War sort of keeps itself rolling that way. They retaliate. You retaliate. They retaliate." He sighs. "Nothing gets done except killing."
He deposits the ruby in an inert-metal box, where, he hoped, it would be safe. And turns to see her bending over a bin.
"Can I help you with something?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Dec 6, 2011 20:45:45 GMT -5
"I'm still not sure I grok why you guys are fighting," Pee-Dee admits as she rummages through the bin. She's fighting because she cares about Emirate Xaaron, and he thinks this war is important. She can totally grok why the Autobot way is considered preferable to the Decepticon way, but...
She's not even a thousand years old yet. A million years is a staggeringly long time. Nine million is starkly incomprehensible.
"Yes. I mean, if only I had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.1"
1. The Princess Bride
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