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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 7, 2012 22:29:16 GMT -5
"Yeah?" Rodney raises an eyebrow and grins. "I thought they were extinct!" he exclaims.
At her question, the right corner of his grin pulls up a bit further, turning it into a playful smirk. "Me? I'm a robot." Then the gives a faint laugh, the smirk turning once more into a more genuine smile as he finishes turning on the unit. "Well, I've got a robot heart, anyway."
See, even if she challenges him on that, he can actually prove it. Although Addison will most likely facepalm really hard.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 7, 2012 22:41:13 GMT -5
"From a certain perspective, those are dinosaur feathers in your hair," says the HPad. Birds are dinosaurs! Those feathers did not come from a dinosaur that also happens to be a bird, however.
Lynn squints at Mr. Pryor very dubiously, and then asks, "One of those fancy new Hook models? Or an older one?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 7, 2012 23:30:24 GMT -5
"What, so you're claiming you're a bird, now?" Rodney asks, grinning playfully.
What Lynn 'says' next, however, catches his full attention. "'Hook models'?!" he asks, then shakes his head. "Anyway, this one's... completely unique, though it is pretty fancy." He finishes the set-up, then glances around. "I'd probably better do one last check of the effects we're using for this scene." That would include not just the explosives he set up, but ones others have set up as well. He begins walking to the nearest position.
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 7, 2012 23:48:09 GMT -5
"No. Dinosaur." Lynn blinks and looks startled. "Have you not heard? Dr. Hook's work in cybernetic replacement hearts is moderately famous. If you have a replacement heart, I would expect that you would have at least heard..."
She pulls up the first hit Google gives her for Dr. Hook and will show it to Mr. Pryor when he's done his check.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 8, 2012 20:09:55 GMT -5
"Well, all right, you're a dinosaur then," Rodney answers in the tones of one humoring a child. Though of course, he isn't. Not really. He knows she's a dinosaur.
Since he's still in-transit to the next check, he takes a moment to look at the image on the HPad. "Hnh," he mutters. "Have to look into that." Then, louder and more conversationally, he says, "Naw, mine's not quite like that."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 8, 2012 21:08:41 GMT -5
If Mr. Pryor does look into that, he might find that Perceptor has something to tell him about the subject and also that Dr. Hook's designs look just a wee bit Cybertronian.
"Do you mind talking about it?" Apparently, Mr. Pryor having a replacement heart keeps Lynn's interest engaged better than aliens do.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 11, 2012 16:31:00 GMT -5
"Well, I don't mind talking about it, but it's... a bit difficult to describe, and really, I don't quite understand how it works."
He arrives at the next station and begins checking it over, although he does take a moment to look around. Softly he says, "I can actually kind of show you what I'm talking about, though it's fairly unusual." He pauses. "And I promise I will not touch you." Because yes, even Rodney is aware that these days, a grown man doing something like offering to show a young girl part of his body might read as a little weird (although seriously, it's his chest. Male humans walk around shirtless on a regular basis, although Rodney has a hard time comprehending why female ones don't as well).
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 12, 2012 14:39:08 GMT -5
Lynn reads National Geographic, and her brother is a bisexual fashion model/actor. She has seen a whole lot of shirtless dudes. Lynn blinks and looks at Mr. Pryor dubiously. Then she shrugs. "Unusual scars?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 12, 2012 20:29:24 GMT -5
"I guess you could call it that?" Rodney answers. He finishes checking the system, then glances around once again. He turns away from the others working in the area - fortunately, there aren't many - and crouches enough that she'll be able to look in the top of his shirt. Currently, he's wearing a t-shirt under a button down shirt that's completely unbuttoned. Then he pulls the t-shirt forward and down just a little, just enough that she should be able to catch sight of the top portion of the Matrix, a bit of the curve of the central core, a little of that glow within...
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 12, 2012 21:22:30 GMT -5
Lynn starts to type out an Iron Man joke on her HPad, but she pauses, staring at the blue glow. Her features starts to shift a bit. Is she... getting taller? Yes, a bit. More than a bit.
Her skin looks dry and scaly and ashen. The round pupils of her eyes elongate into slits. Her fingernails look sharper, and when she opens her mouth, so do her teeth. Her hair is not hair anymore; it is feathers. Her features start to take on a more dinosaurian cast, in the cheekbones and the ribcage area, particularly.
Her clothes really don't fit her properly.
For a moment, it looks like more might change, but then Lynn seems to settles, and she says aloud, the first thing the girl has actually said in quite a while, "That Matrix. Me Bambi was gonna write paper on it. Now you Prime go and ruin historical value!"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 13, 2012 20:07:45 GMT -5
Rodney's eyes widen as Lynn begins to change, and he immediately covers the Matrix back up, looking around to see if anyone's watching. "Bambi, turn back," he hisses. "Before anyone sees you!" They can probably say she was assaulted by the make-up department or something, but he'd still rather avoid explanations if he can.
"And it wasn't exactly my idea. Believe me, I intend to try and restore 'historical value.'" Then he looks at her and blinks. "Besides, how's this 'ruining historical value'?"
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 13, 2012 20:56:29 GMT -5
Lynn blinks and looks down at her hands. She twists around, looking at herself, and reaches up to touch her hair, which is not hair at all but feathers. Her eyes widen. She says, "Uhm."
Then she closes her eyes and kind of shakes. Lynn is trying to think human-y thoughts. Hmm, yes, she sure is human! No dinosaur DNA encapsulated in her junk DNA, no siree! She likes... grains, like wheat and corn. So human!
Lynn shrinks back down to 'normal' and then slowly opens her eyes. She sighs heavily. Then Lynn types out on the HPad, "The Matrix is no longer in original condition. It appears heavily altered."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 14, 2012 21:16:43 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, like I said, wasn't my idea." Now that she's returned to human, more or less, Rodney turns back to the controls. Station looks good, on to the next. He begins walking, assuming that Lynn will follow along. As he walks, he speaks.
"Anyway, it kind of does that, anyway. I mean, I've opened it before." He shrugs. "And besides, it wouldn't leave me in original condition. I figure turn about is fair play." Then he glances down at Lynn and grins. "Anyway, glad to hear you remember yourself."
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Post by Lynn Deanna Payne on Apr 14, 2012 21:30:19 GMT -5
It may occur to Rodney where Lynn got those feathers she gave him.
Lynn rubs her chins and types, "Addison isn't Swoop, is he? Or Grimlock? He seems... Mirage-y. Is Mirage a Dinobot now? He can turn into an allosaur or something. That would be fine."
Ascertaining what kind of dinosaur Mirage transforms into is clearly the most pressing issue here. This is more important than Lynn remembering she is Bambi or Rodimus getting revenge on the Matrix.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Apr 15, 2012 21:10:40 GMT -5
"He's Mirage," Rodney confirms. "And not an allosaur. As far as I know, he's still not a Dinobot. Sorry."
It has occurred to Rodney where those feathers came from, but it doesn't seem to bother him.
He approaches the next station and being his checks, looking over equipment, wiring connections and cable-layout.
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