clumsy_moe_appeal: (WEEEEEEEEEEESTOOOH!)
[West had his share of bruises from the incident at the Eye of Shareef. Getting his bike shot out from under him by friendly fire kind of does that to him. However, he was undeterred. With the large amounts of scraps and tech he managed to drag back with him, he would use his skills to earn himself a living! How you ask?]

Salutations and greetings  from the greatest genius the universe has ever seen to all my fellow shipmates!!

I DOCTOR WEST! Have opened up a business in which I will put up the considerably complex and brilliant inventions that my magnificent hands have crafted for sale! Of course, I am also willing to loan my considerable intellect to build things for you all my less scientifically inclined associates.

[He lets off a massive riff with his guitar.]

I look forward to dazzling you all with the brilliant fruits of my work!

strawberry_science: (pos ↗ glad we had this chat)
[ The broadcast is simple enough. A Japanese woman with unnaturally red hair sits at a desk, hands crossed before her as soon as she has finished setting up the tablet to record her. ] Good evening, everyone. Or... everyone who has bothered to tune in to an unprompted discussion on the current state of affairs in... erm.

[ Sighing, Yumemi rubbed at the bridge of her nose. She looks worn and that hand was shaking slightly as she brought it back down. ] I should have written this down in advance. [ The young woman cleared her throat. ] I'll make this simple: I can't see that the level of technology available in this age, to this fleet, can at all facilitate a speedy return home to anyone here, regardless of how distant in time or space that home is. [ A shrug. ] That is just a fact. There is no one to blame for that — we just exist in the wrong era for it.

[ Then she grinned, pointing a finger upward. ] But as there are likely to be many of us who possess knowledge as yet embraced by those who call this timeline their home, we should put our heads together and see what can be done to speed things up. I am currently accepting applicants for research assistants. There is a simple two page questionnaire that must be filled out and... hmm, I suppose I should look into some waivers. [ A wave of her hand. ] Those are details we can go over at another time.

Right now, I just want to hear what you believe to be the most impressive invention of the time you hail from.
Who: New Arrivals, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon, Februaro 30th
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 Briefing room is large. Not enough to accommodate a Cybertronian, but spacious enough for several dozen people. The chairs are high-backed and well-cushioned, more like comforting eggs floating a foot or so off the ground than anything else. A half completed, but still functional, holographic display is settled into the floor, showing a slowly rotating pyramid.

A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. They seem fairly relaxed. One man stands at the head. Graham Baker, a middle-aged man, showing the first signs of balding and wearing a rumpled business suit perhaps a size too large, nervously clasps his hands together and smiles.

[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. The mods will not be doing hangar/medical awakenings unless it's specifically asked for.]

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