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re_alignment_logs2012-09-01 07:14 pm
schrodingersbot) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-09-01 07:14 pm
[OPEN] Showers, Swords, Nerds, and Medics
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.
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.
no subject
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.
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...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.
no subject
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."
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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
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.
She's now officially as white as Drift, clutching the mop and looking rather alarmed.
"Oh."
Well at least they're all dead.
Maybe.