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Entry tags:
- !log,
- !new arrivals,
- !npc: captain hollis,
- !npc: graham baker,
- !npc: science captain mcengineer,
- .hack//g.u.: haseo,
- attack on titan: levi,
- battletech: cassiopia suthorn,
- biomega: kanoe zouichi,
- ffviii: selphie tilmitt,
- hataraku maou-sama!: urushihara hanzo,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- pandora hearts: oz vessalius,
- pandora hearts: xerxes break,
- slayers: lina inverse,
- star control: zex,
- star trek: odo,
- the covenant: chase collins,
- tron legacy: tron
0003: NEW ARRIVALS
Who: New Arrivals, Captain Jack Hollis, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with.]
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with.]
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"Maybe. Maybe not." He jerks his chin toward a few of the noodlebots. If they were shoved in drone bodies, they were probably just as, you know, cuddly on waking up as Deadlock was. "Depending who they are, Security could be in for some fun."
Or he could be in for some fun, but he's kind of figuring Security won't like his kind of fun.
Party poopers.
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Odo will not let himself be impressed. Because he's still not.
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Besides, Odo could juste tell on you.
"I care because I hate trouble."
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"Hnf. Haven't caused any yet, have I?" Deadlock's like a ticking time bomb of trouble. He's almost disappointed with himself but........noodlebot. "Just saying, there's a fraggin' war. Don't want any Autobots here starting their usual slag." See? He's just trying to keep the peace.
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"You will not continue your war here."
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His life sucks.
"Listen, meatsack, I spent a fraggin' week in a hangar with an Autobot. If I was gonna start something, it probably would have been then." Because Flashpoint was annoying. Compared to Mr Charming Deadlock.
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Odo doesn't know what an Autobot is, besides being Deadlock's species, but he doesn't care. Besides, he's seen war, and he doesn't want it to be brought here. There are way too many people here who might be affected.
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Really, Deadlock will end up sounding like Quark if he goes on any further.
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"Security. Which isn't you. Yet. Yeah, got it." Crabby robot is crabby, because this guy is ruining his fun. What's a little robot-on-robot violence, huh?
"Trust me, if I run into someone worth killing, I ain't gonna care what Security does to me afterwards as long as he's dead." Deadlock may just be the type to hold a grudge.
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When he has an idea.
He morphs into a robot similar to Deadlock and the few others he's seen, and about as tall.
"You won't care?"
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and thus superiorand. Just. What."The frag kind of trick is this?"
Other than not a very nice one.
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"It is not a trick." Ha.
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However, he's not impressed. He sighs.
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"You one of Jhiaxus's experiments or something?" Freeeeaky.
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