[OPEN] Showers, Swords, Nerds, and Medics

[schrodingersbot]

WHO: G1 Perceptor, Drift, and you!
WHERE: Solus Temple and Medibay
WHEN: Just after Perceptor's arrival
WHAT: Perceptor and Drift have to clean spider good off of them, and then Drift still needs a few repairs.
WARNINGS: Awkward nerd is awkward. Otherwise, none.
NOTE: Open to anyone who might be in or around the Medibay or the temple!



By the time Drift leads him into the temple, the spider "spit" has dried into even stickier, uncomfortable patches across Perceptor's plating. It will take some considerable scrubbing to get himself clean, and Drift as well. After all, Drift would not even be contaminated if Perceptor hadn't, ah, invaded Drift's personal space.

"Will there be any difficulty with my presence here?" he asked, waving toward his own Trionic mark on his arm.

Comments

[vandalization]

And that's also awkward. She whirls around, mop still wielded like a guitar to see them standing there. In the doorway. Music still blasting.

She fumbles a bit before trying to look like she was totally in the middle of working and not at all dancing.

Nope. She turns down the music from her RIG and clears her throat.

The other Perceptor looks slightly different, just enough to realize it's not the same one she goes shooting with.

"Uh. Hey there... fellas."

[schrodingersbot]

Have no fear, Vandal. Perceptor is far, far dorkier than you could ever hope to be, no matter how much you "air guitar" with a mop.

The voice sounds vaguely familiar to Perceptor; he tilts his head as he considers her.

"It was you who spoke with me when Drift arrived, was it not?" he finally asks, placing her voice. "Vandal?" he adds, glancing back toward where Drift is for confirmation.

"I am pleased to meet you, Vandal. Perhaps at a later date, you might be willing to exchange musical files with me? I have not before heard the selection you were listening to a moment ago, and would be quite interested in comparing what styles are common in our base realities."

Oh yeah, this is definitely not your tall-dark-and-quiet Perceptor, Vandal. Plus, this one smiles.

wow i can find tags! Like a BLOODHOUND

[sword_redemption]

Drift rounds the corner as she turns the music down. He never sees her embarrassed--normally she's the one who's caught him flatfooted.

"Hey, Vandal, this is...uh, Perceptor." Well, that was incredibly unnecessary. Right. Well, now he feels like a fifth wheel, especially the way Perceptor enthuses about music. "I..guess you've met."

[vandalization]

"Yeah, I talked to him on the network when you were killing the giant- ahaha... yeah."

Vandal ducks her head slightly, shuddering. Fucking spiders.

"And yeah, I can send you my library. Just shit I came with and some older stuff I found on some hard drives. Classics."

There's a pause.

"Sooooooooo... neither of you have like. Spider spawn in you now, right?"

[schrodingersbot]

"Only verbally, until this moment. Thank you, Drift," Perceptor replies to the swordsmech, grateful that Drift had given him her name. He probably would have forgotten to ask for it until he realized mid-conversation that he hadn't heard it yet, and then would have bumbled his way through asking for it, certain that she'd already told him and that he'd merely forgotten it already. He offers Drift a cheerful smile of gratitude.

"Excellent. Thank you, Vandal. I look forward to it."

He turns back toward Drift for a moment to explain. "She expressed her concerns for my safety while you were in the process of ensuring that very thing. Only audio, however," he muses. "It is good to have a face to place with the voice, now."

And now the pause. And the blink of surprise as Perceptor turns his wide-opticked gaze down to Vandal once again.

"Spider spawn?" he squeaks. "I certainly hope not! Neither of us were in such a compromising position with the creature that I am aware of!"

"Although... I was visually impaired for the duration of Drift's battle..."

[sword_redemption]

"...Vandal. It was just a spider. It wasn't a big deal." He doesn't like the idea of her worrying.

He gives Perceptor A Look. Wow. Yeah. "Nothing happened. Weird. I mean, like that."

"Because I'd know. If...." Yeah he's going to stop talking now.

[vandalization]

"Drift, have I told you how I feel about bugs?" She raises an eyebrow at him, one hand resting on her hip, the other one swinging the mop over her shoulder.

"Because I could write a novel on how much I do not like them."

She looks at Perceptor, and then at Drift, and back again.

"Well, if you're sure. Makes you the hero of the day."

[schrodingersbot]

(ooc: apologies for the delay.)

Perceptor watches the exchange with a thin smile... and something approaching envy building up in his chest.

"The hero of my day, at any rate?" he offers.

"And I know that nothing occurred in that manner. My sensors would have informed me once I had managed to clear the receptors, if you had been infiltrated by an unwelcome parasite."

Don't ask him to do that later, though; it only works now because it's a G1 plot thing.

[sword_redemption]

"But...it's a dead bug. I killed it." Wh-what's the problem? Dead bugs are good. He shrugs. "It could have been way worse. You should have seen the Swarm insecticons."

...wow whoops. Probably not, you know, consoling.

"I'm no hero," he said, shaking his head. "Just, you know, helping another person is the highest calling a mech can aspire to." Or something. Wing probably said it better.

Though to be honest he is a bit freaked out by the suggestion: spider eggs in his joints, little spider babies....eeeerrrghhhhh. So he heaves a noticeable sigh of relief at Perceptor's diagnosis.

[vandalization]

"S...warm... insecticons?" She looks like she just went a shade paler, "Oh. I don't even want to know."

A brief nod to Perceptor.

"Well that's good to know."

The mop is swung and wielded at Drift as she meanders over to them.

"Don't be so modest. I place a high value on killing spiders and other bugs, especially ones as large as a tram car."

[schrodingersbot]

"Swarm Insecticons?" Perceptor perks up a bit at this. He has some experience with Insecticon swarms, after all. They seem to best be treated with Morphobots.

Morphobots.

He hopes that someone will be able to feed his bonsai morphobot, Lawrence, back on the Event Horizon. He isn't certain who is left there, though, who could produce robotic insects for Lawrence with the appropriate nutritional content.

"Perhaps later you could tell me more of this swarm?" he asks, though he seems much more subdued than he was a moment ago.

and this is the tag where Vandal gets squicked forever

[sword_redemption]

"Insecticons. About this big." He gestures with his hands, a little bit over his head. "When they stood up. The bigger ones. Sort of mindless clone things." Yeah, he's not so much into science.

Then he looks over and sees Vandal. Right. She, uh, didn't want to know. "It's all right though," he adds, hastily. "They're all dead." E-except Bob.

YYYYYYYYYYEP.

[vandalization]

Well.

She's now officially as white as Drift, clutching the mop and looking rather alarmed.

"Oh."

Well at least they're all dead.

Maybe.