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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Feb 11, 2014 19:06:08 GMT -5
Watching the larger mech try and give him space, Phobia gives him a grateful, if rather wry smile. He turns to regard the elevator doors he’d been leaning against and starts to try and fit his fingers between the gaps. He then stops, feeling rather embarrassed. The elevator doors are possibly about three times his size and he has nowhere near the same amount of strength as a minibot.
“Ah, sorry to ask but,” he turns to Flame, stepping back out of the way. “Could you maybe try pulling them open?”
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Post by Flame on May 17, 2014 1:08:20 GMT -5
"What?" Flame is distracted from once more checking the ceiling for any breaches. Phobia asked him about something? The doors? Flame looks from them to Phobia and back before his processors catch up with the progression of time and conversation. "Oh!" he murmurs. "Yes, I… well, I can certainly try." It should be fine. Even if he opens the doors, the ceiling will still be intact. They'll be fine.
They'll be just fine.
With a quick pardon as he tries to pass Phobia without even the smallest accidental contact, Flame squares himself up facing the doors. He could simply melt them out of the way, but he would almost certainly be punished for damaging the ship. So he does as asked, jamming the fingertips of one hand between the doors to lever some space for his other hand. It takes a little wiggling and a little time before he has a good purchase with both hands and begins pulling. The initial resistance makes for a struggle before he has enough space to change his grip so that he's pushing them open instead; it doesn't take much more pressure before the slides engage and the doors practically collapse back into themselves.
Nothing on the other side but a bulkhead. Flame, practically filling the doorway with his hands on either side, stares blankly at the wall ahead.
"…Between decks," he pronounces weakly.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on May 22, 2014 6:48:02 GMT -5
Phobia heaves a long sigh when their predicament is revealed. He glances up at the maintenance door, feeling a deep sense of unease. Not his own either once he pinpoints the source of it, which somehow doesn’t make it less comforting.
“Should we call someone?” he asks Flame after a long moment. There were many downsides to that too, mainly related to them being on a Decepticon ship. He did NOT look forwards to having to face grumpy engineers.
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Post by Flame on Jun 8, 2014 17:36:30 GMT -5
Flame is wary of calling for help, for many of his own reasons. He eyes the bulkhead outside the doors anxiously, then looks back to Phobia, worrying his hands together until his fingers are practically in knots.
"Is – is there anything else to try first?" he wonders. Once again, he turns to the wall and examines it. Perhaps, if there are any handholds and some way to anchor himself to the lift floor, he could just push or pull it to the nearest deck. Maybe.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jun 8, 2014 18:23:11 GMT -5
Well, if calling was the last option then…
“Try the maintenance hatch?” he asks in a very carefully neutral tone of voice, looking up at it. It looked simple enough to open; a little latch on one side big enough to comfortably fit fingers on the larger side of the scale. All they had to do was open it.
Unfortunately, there was the prickle of foreign terror that spreads across his shoulders just looking at it. “We can get up to the next floor and notify engineering about the broken elevator.”
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Post by Flame on Aug 3, 2014 4:50:21 GMT -5
"No," Flame snaps, looking wildly from Phobia to the hatch and back. "Don't touch it." If they open that, then the rain could fall in.
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