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robothell2015-01-18 03:22 pm
sciencetank) wrote in robothell2015-01-18 03:22 pm
they say i'll adjust
Who: Perceptor and YOU
Where: The Crater
When: RIGHT NOW
What: The science tank makes his inglorious arrival, facedown in the muck.
Warnings: extensive amounts of space British.
One moment you're lecturing Optimus Prime about the energon shortage, and the next...
The next you're facedown in the dirt, picking yourself up and wondering indignantly if this was some joke Warpath was playing on him. Because that would just be the way of things. Just his luck. Tossed out into the dirt for some imagined offense on the part of the brainless soldier. As if he didn't have enough to do. As if there weren't enough things on his mind.
But as he hauls himself to his feet... the world is decidedly not the war-torn one surrounding his Nerve Center.
In fact, nothing of this is familiar. Or as it should be. This is... the very air is different. There are things sprouting from the ground lacking the crystalline structure anything on Cybertron should possess. He can only stare at them in awe.
And suspicion.
"What in the name of Primus is...?"
Huge fingers lift one of the plants up, peering at a leaf curiously. He's never seen anything like this in all his travels. In all his research, he never dreamed... Where is he?
"Where is this?"
Where: The Crater
When: RIGHT NOW
What: The science tank makes his inglorious arrival, facedown in the muck.
Warnings: extensive amounts of space British.
One moment you're lecturing Optimus Prime about the energon shortage, and the next...
The next you're facedown in the dirt, picking yourself up and wondering indignantly if this was some joke Warpath was playing on him. Because that would just be the way of things. Just his luck. Tossed out into the dirt for some imagined offense on the part of the brainless soldier. As if he didn't have enough to do. As if there weren't enough things on his mind.
But as he hauls himself to his feet... the world is decidedly not the war-torn one surrounding his Nerve Center.
In fact, nothing of this is familiar. Or as it should be. This is... the very air is different. There are things sprouting from the ground lacking the crystalline structure anything on Cybertron should possess. He can only stare at them in awe.
And suspicion.
"What in the name of Primus is...?"
Huge fingers lift one of the plants up, peering at a leaf curiously. He's never seen anything like this in all his travels. In all his research, he never dreamed... Where is he?
"Where is this?"
accepted
He did take a few steps back to give her a bit more space. So as not to actually crush her, or parts of her, under a tankfoot. For a moment or two longer, he was silent, studying her -- as if committing her frame and overall design to memory. Maybe he was. He blinked a bit at the mention of his name, snapped out of his scrutiny.
"Yes?" Those yellow optics squinted. "Do I know you?"
no subject
"We're probably from different universes, so I doubt it." Snapping the panel on her wrench closed, Nautica stood up, which failed to make her much taller but at least brought her Autobrand into full view.
"I'm Nautica." She offered him a friendly smile and a hand to shake.
no subject
Oh, right. Alternate universes. He'd forgotten about that little caveat in his attempt to keep everything in his head -- while simultaneously juggling theories and potential projects and...
He passes a hand down his face, rubbing at his temples.
"Ah. Yes. I was told to speak with you." He holds out a hand in return, his huge one nearly dwarfing hers.
no subject
"Fine by me, though." Nautica was perfectly happy to be the Percy Welcoming Committee--she got along with practically everyone, and beyond that she liked her universe's Perceptor, even if he was no Brainstorm.