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maxicpolarity) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-08-01 11:44 pm
[Open -- Communal] Science! Slumber! Party!
Who: Liege Maximo and ALL THE PEOPLE
What: Following the 'Second Wave,' Liege has collected a number of living (and dead) Monster samples to be studied. He has sent out the call: all scientists/medics or otherwise capable persons are welcome to attend his laboratory conference to look over the critters and find out what can be found!
When: Now-ish. Liege took a bit to set this up, so all new and old characters can come!
Where: Liege's Temple
Notes:
Bring any characters you want, scientists or not! Anyone who comes (IE posts or threads below) will get some samples of Sharkticons or other monster types to work with, and they will also receive a special LABORATORY KIT from an Acolyte, which features a few simple tools sized to your character so they can do their own experiments in the future!
Your character is welcome to learn the following:
-Monsters have superior strength/stamina to their non-lambda counterparts. (IE a Monster Sharkticon would be more brutal, spikier, and nastier than a standard Sharkticon.)
-Beyond the increased attributes there is no physical difference to their makeup. (IE a Sharkticon is still a Sharkticon, a dragon is still a dragon, DNA, scales, and all.)
-Particularly perceptive individuals may notice a trace of an energy signature on the creatures which matches the 'feel' of the badlands. There may be a link between the two...
Liege won't be able to interact with everyone, so this is your chance to MINGLE with others. Tag around, have fun, spend the night, and enjoy the Maximo's superior wash-racks! If you'd rather just explore the temple, you can do that too.
In the confusing, maze-like depths of Liege's temple, there were hundreds of rooms. Many had been hollowed out from the mountainside, curving inwards in some haphazardly specific pattern as if seeking out the greatest potential for heat. Others jutted out from the side with long, wide windows to let in the light, organized, carefully, for his pursuits. The laboratories, of course, were among these.
The many, many laboratories were among these.
He'd needed them all, of course. In the beginning, there had just been one, and one had been nice for allowing him to perform one type of experiment. He'd had a second built when Solus had given him that energon separator, and the third after he'd brought back organics from his first travels into space. After that, it had been somewhat of a collection, and there were laboratories shoved into corners of his temple like extra books shoved onto shelves. He liked it that way. It meant that his brothers and sisters didn't know about them.
Not all of them.
And it meant he could host parties like these on the few occasions when he deigned to socialize. He made sure each accessible laboratory was well-stocked, filled with tools and at least one experiment subject and also populated by an Acolyte to monitor his guests. There would be energon available, and some organic-favored snacks as well, because he had every intention of showing just how well he treated his aligned when he was paying attention to them.
It never hurt to make the others jealous.
He, himself, had work to do in his main laboratory, and for the most part he intended to stay there, drifting out amongst the others only to peruse their findings or to partake in the briefest of breaks. This was what he loved to do, after all...
...but science was useless without others to observe its happenings.
Having the Refugees around again was, in that way, a gift--one that he intended to open slowly, keeping the wrapping safe so he could use it again next time.
And who knew?
Perhaps, here, amongst those who would come, would be a few worth keeping for himself, or offering further incentives toward.
What: Following the 'Second Wave,' Liege has collected a number of living (and dead) Monster samples to be studied. He has sent out the call: all scientists/medics or otherwise capable persons are welcome to attend his laboratory conference to look over the critters and find out what can be found!
When: Now-ish. Liege took a bit to set this up, so all new and old characters can come!
Where: Liege's Temple
Notes:
Bring any characters you want, scientists or not! Anyone who comes (IE posts or threads below) will get some samples of Sharkticons or other monster types to work with, and they will also receive a special LABORATORY KIT from an Acolyte, which features a few simple tools sized to your character so they can do their own experiments in the future!
Your character is welcome to learn the following:
-Monsters have superior strength/stamina to their non-lambda counterparts. (IE a Monster Sharkticon would be more brutal, spikier, and nastier than a standard Sharkticon.)
-Beyond the increased attributes there is no physical difference to their makeup. (IE a Sharkticon is still a Sharkticon, a dragon is still a dragon, DNA, scales, and all.)
-Particularly perceptive individuals may notice a trace of an energy signature on the creatures which matches the 'feel' of the badlands. There may be a link between the two...
Liege won't be able to interact with everyone, so this is your chance to MINGLE with others. Tag around, have fun, spend the night, and enjoy the Maximo's superior wash-racks! If you'd rather just explore the temple, you can do that too.
In the confusing, maze-like depths of Liege's temple, there were hundreds of rooms. Many had been hollowed out from the mountainside, curving inwards in some haphazardly specific pattern as if seeking out the greatest potential for heat. Others jutted out from the side with long, wide windows to let in the light, organized, carefully, for his pursuits. The laboratories, of course, were among these.
The many, many laboratories were among these.
He'd needed them all, of course. In the beginning, there had just been one, and one had been nice for allowing him to perform one type of experiment. He'd had a second built when Solus had given him that energon separator, and the third after he'd brought back organics from his first travels into space. After that, it had been somewhat of a collection, and there were laboratories shoved into corners of his temple like extra books shoved onto shelves. He liked it that way. It meant that his brothers and sisters didn't know about them.
Not all of them.
And it meant he could host parties like these on the few occasions when he deigned to socialize. He made sure each accessible laboratory was well-stocked, filled with tools and at least one experiment subject and also populated by an Acolyte to monitor his guests. There would be energon available, and some organic-favored snacks as well, because he had every intention of showing just how well he treated his aligned when he was paying attention to them.
It never hurt to make the others jealous.
He, himself, had work to do in his main laboratory, and for the most part he intended to stay there, drifting out amongst the others only to peruse their findings or to partake in the briefest of breaks. This was what he loved to do, after all...
...but science was useless without others to observe its happenings.
Having the Refugees around again was, in that way, a gift--one that he intended to open slowly, keeping the wrapping safe so he could use it again next time.
And who knew?
Perhaps, here, amongst those who would come, would be a few worth keeping for himself, or offering further incentives toward.
no subject
They both turned when they heard the newcomer's voice, Pharma's expression an exasperated glare and the acolyte's one of relief.
"Is there something you need?" he asked tersely.
no subject
"Oh, so that's the kind of monster that invaded before I got here? Hunh. They don't look quite as, well, monstrous as I thought they would. It would still be a good idea to examine 'em anyway, in case they're linked to the Lambda at all, right?" His optics ran over the prone figure as he talked, before darting to Pharma's acolyte. "Oh and it looks like yer helper has a slightly miscalibrated auxiliary manipulation servo."
no subject
"Let me see that," he commanded and was shyly offered the offending hand. He peered at it for a couple of moments, asking the acolyte to turn his wrist this way and that.
"So he does," came the grudging response. Pharma's optics flicked back to the newcomer, reassessing his quick judgement. "You don't have the proper insignias for a medic. What branch of science did you study?"
no subject
"Hm? Nah, I never got the hang of anything medical. Applied engineering & theoretical physics. The name's Wheeljack." He started to extend his hand by way of greeting, then noticed that Pharma wouldn't really be able to return the gesture. He turned it into an awkward stretch, before pointing back to Pharma's helper.
"I just noticed the servo issue because ya need particularly precise calibrations when dealing with quantum issues. Otherwise you - or rather, he - is gonna keep pulling to the left. If ya want I can tweak it a bit, or swap out the one from mine." He gestured over his shoulder to where him own guide was waiting impatiently by the door.
no subject
"Very kind of you to offer. I would fix it myself but.." the medic made a shrugging gesture. "But it is a relief to find out that some of his incompetence stems from a fixable issue."
Pharma stepped aside in order to allow Wheeljack to look at his acolyte, who shakily offered the engineer a tool.
"So. Wheeljack- I certainly didn't expect such a famous name to end up here. My designation is Pharma."
no subject
"No problem. It shouldn't be more than a nano. I'm used to working on my own servos." He moved to the acolyte's side and tapped it on the elbow joint. There was a small spark and the arm went limp. Opening up any plating in the way, the engineer started fiddling with the motors and servos.
"Famous, huh? Well, sure, I'll take that." He knew that he'd done a lot in his career. No need to lord it over people but some recognition every now and then was nice. He paused for a moment, small welding torch sputtering in his hand. The medic's name pinged a line in his memory. "Pharma? Pharma. I remember hearin' that name before. Were you the one that did the - oh what was it - quadruple fuel pump transplant?"
no subject
"Very complicated procedure. But when lives are at stake..." He finished with a smile and a shrug, as if the fame had really mattered less to him then the patients. "But I hear you were pretty close with Optimus Prime. Is that true?"
no subject
"I imagine it was." The engineer stopped to grumble softly before extracting a very long, thin pair of tweezers and working it into the arm casing. As he fished around, he continued in the continually pausing way of someone concentrating on a task. "Prime was a good friend. Yeah. He knew that. Failure was a part of. Learning. And didn't. Oh come on you little... Begrudge a small explosion here and there. Shame about what. Happened to 'im."
no subject
"Happened? What do you mean?" Now that could prove interesting. Something had befallen Optimus Prime while he was working out on Delphi?
no subject
"Well he ain't Prime anymore for one thing." He pauses, glancing over his shoulder at the medic jet. "Dunno what planet you were stationed on, but it shoulda got Cybertron's reformatting pulse. A message that told all Cybertronians to come home? That was caused by the Matrix."
He clears his aerators and grabs a small welding torch, ready to solder the arm plating back on. "One thing led to another and Prime decided to step down, went back to calling himself Orion PAx and took off world."