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re_alignment_logs2012-10-06 08:42 pm
dontasktrix) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-10-06 08:42 pm
The Things a Bot Does for Fashion [OPEN]
WHO: Slipstream and OPEN
WHERE: In and between Nexus Temple and Junkpile
WHEN Nowish; some time after Slipstream talks to Teddie.
WHAT: Searching for specific items in order to trade to Teddie, so he will construct thespectacles to make her look smartaccessory Slipstream might just want to have. Possibly also discussion of who might be able to repair sonic cleaning devices.
WARNINGS: Nothing right now.
NOTE: Slipstream is mod-authorized to find (apart from the usual no-permission-needed stuff) 1) Powell Brand Sound Wave toy, without organic-hypnotizing function; 2) sonic cleaning device(s) in parts or "rough condition". She'll also be looking for typical salvage in form of metal and glass to be used to make the glasses/spectacles.
Slipstream kinda wanted those glasses. Oh, she'd done her best to make her interest look casual to Teddie, when he demonstrated his curious ability to make optic-wear appear, but they did seem a useful accessory for a bot to have. Not that she wanted pointless junk, like certain bots. No, she hadn't inherited greed, exactly. She just had the idea that a pair of spectacles made a bot look more scientific. The bots she knew on Earth hadn't worn any, but it seemed a popular mod among humans. Plus, she seemed to have some vague data, transferred from her maker, that indicated there were Decepticon scientists who had optical mods. And, Decepticon science wasn't anything to sneer at; they'd developed cloning, among other things.
Slipstream left her quarters in the temple of Nexus Prime, where she still stayed, despite the bunker-like atmosphere that didn't offer many views of the sky. If humans could hide their aircraft in secret underground hangars, or inside sea vessels, she could manage. If Starscream could deal with close quarters on a warship, between jaunts into space, Slipstream could certainly tolerate rock-hewn chambers. She'd rather suffer with fewer points of egress than she'd like, than be seen as inferior to Starscream!
Outside, there were plenty of views of the sky, and even the occasional, spectacular meteor impact. She walked most of the way, carrying some tiny bear-scaled crates in one hand, then hovering where a crater interrupted the shortest path between temple and junkpile.
Some piles dwarfed even her warrior's stature. Though the items fallen through the Lambda and collected in these stacks weren't necessarily junk, the haphazard piles of discreet, heterogeneous, materials certainly made the area look like scrap awaiting the smelting pit.
Slipstream didn't like this area of the Haven. It reminded her too much of coming online here that first time, and how the small bits of debris had jammed her thruster. Loss of flight ability was never a good thing! Besides, remembering her own arrival made her remember Starscream would have ended his life in a trash heap, if not for that relatively small fragment of the AllSpark that got stuck in his head, and probably by chance. If not for that, she wouldn't have existed. A lowly start for a being seemingly created to rule the skies.
Without conscious command, Slipstream automatically put a hand over her cockpit canopy. As quickly, she realized her action and lowered her arm to her side. She had a mission before her.
There seemed no efficient way to search the piles, not if she wanted the search to also be timely. She hoped she might eventually convince some acolyte to assist, or perhaps find some small human to search the stacks, where Slipstream's own weight would be more likely to cause collapse. Until an opportunity presented itself, the best strategy seemed to start in one spot and search outward from there.
WHERE: In and between Nexus Temple and Junkpile
WHEN Nowish; some time after Slipstream talks to Teddie.
WHAT: Searching for specific items in order to trade to Teddie, so he will construct the
WARNINGS: Nothing right now.
NOTE: Slipstream is mod-authorized to find (apart from the usual no-permission-needed stuff) 1) Powell Brand Sound Wave toy, without organic-hypnotizing function; 2) sonic cleaning device(s) in parts or "rough condition". She'll also be looking for typical salvage in form of metal and glass to be used to make the glasses/spectacles.
Slipstream kinda wanted those glasses. Oh, she'd done her best to make her interest look casual to Teddie, when he demonstrated his curious ability to make optic-wear appear, but they did seem a useful accessory for a bot to have. Not that she wanted pointless junk, like certain bots. No, she hadn't inherited greed, exactly. She just had the idea that a pair of spectacles made a bot look more scientific. The bots she knew on Earth hadn't worn any, but it seemed a popular mod among humans. Plus, she seemed to have some vague data, transferred from her maker, that indicated there were Decepticon scientists who had optical mods. And, Decepticon science wasn't anything to sneer at; they'd developed cloning, among other things.
Slipstream left her quarters in the temple of Nexus Prime, where she still stayed, despite the bunker-like atmosphere that didn't offer many views of the sky. If humans could hide their aircraft in secret underground hangars, or inside sea vessels, she could manage. If Starscream could deal with close quarters on a warship, between jaunts into space, Slipstream could certainly tolerate rock-hewn chambers. She'd rather suffer with fewer points of egress than she'd like, than be seen as inferior to Starscream!
Outside, there were plenty of views of the sky, and even the occasional, spectacular meteor impact. She walked most of the way, carrying some tiny bear-scaled crates in one hand, then hovering where a crater interrupted the shortest path between temple and junkpile.
Some piles dwarfed even her warrior's stature. Though the items fallen through the Lambda and collected in these stacks weren't necessarily junk, the haphazard piles of discreet, heterogeneous, materials certainly made the area look like scrap awaiting the smelting pit.
Slipstream didn't like this area of the Haven. It reminded her too much of coming online here that first time, and how the small bits of debris had jammed her thruster. Loss of flight ability was never a good thing! Besides, remembering her own arrival made her remember Starscream would have ended his life in a trash heap, if not for that relatively small fragment of the AllSpark that got stuck in his head, and probably by chance. If not for that, she wouldn't have existed. A lowly start for a being seemingly created to rule the skies.
Without conscious command, Slipstream automatically put a hand over her cockpit canopy. As quickly, she realized her action and lowered her arm to her side. She had a mission before her.
There seemed no efficient way to search the piles, not if she wanted the search to also be timely. She hoped she might eventually convince some acolyte to assist, or perhaps find some small human to search the stacks, where Slipstream's own weight would be more likely to cause collapse. Until an opportunity presented itself, the best strategy seemed to start in one spot and search outward from there.
no subject
After taking a moment to determine for herself whether the raccoon might be any further threat, Slipstream bent to the nearby pile of lambda-spewed oddities. She fully intended to begin a search for the items on her virtual list, but her talons froze in position as she processed that last question.
"No." She said this softly, which wasn't very typical of her, but seeing as how ranting hadn't seemed too effective in this conversation, she chose to under-react. "There's this universe with the boxy, red, 'decent' Starscream." She moved both hands to make quote fingers, expressing her cynicism on how decent any Starscream could be.
"And there's a pink Arcee," And a crazy phychatrist, and a grounder who had arrived covered in rust, and other just weird characters, except Wing seemed all right; but that was beside the point, now. "It's been said she's female."
And she didn't really want to talk about it again, so she attempted to redirect the conversation. "You searching for anything in particular out here?"
no subject
"Gotcha," he mused, figuring she was done with that line of conversation given her reaction to it--which he'd caught before returning to the junk--and the change in topic suddenly. "Nothing in particular, just something that might be farkin' useful I guess."
The raccoon peered at an object then tossed it aside, tail snapping as his foot tapped a bit, the raccoon looking for something else that might catch his eye.
"You?"
no subject
"A lot of this scrap needs some repair or cleaning to be useful." Slipstream picked up a plastic bottle with a scratched label, screwed off the lid, then held it near her face to capture the scent. With a shrug, she decided the contents were good enough, and set it aside, near her little crates.
"I wouldn't mind some devices that use sound waves for cleaning."
no subject
"What are you collecting all this junk for anyway? You can't bloody just be cleaning things," he muttered as he started searching through the pile again...maybe attempting to find some useful looking items to split with the flier.
no subject
Whatever raccoons might be expected to be, this one was light and nimble. He navigated the slope of a scrap pile without any apparent difficulty.
"Salvage doesn't have to be about finding what's useful to you, if you can find what's useful to someone else."
Slipstream plucked a vessel from the pile and turned it about in order to view all its sides. "You know what this is? Is it for beverages?"