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exsilium2013-10-12 08:22 pm
the_array_team) wrote in exsilium2013-10-12 08:22 pm
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- Yeahyeah, ya got it but til then this'll do.
[The video feed kicks in and sets to record mid-message. The closer of the two men turns to the screen, fixing the camera with an irritable look.]
Any a' ya Transports planning on missions anytime soon and likes all of yer limbs attached, report t'the Pad for a rescan.
[And in this moment, Lowell, the further of the two scientists (although really, he’s an engineer specifically) interjects.]
Transporter. Just say Transporter. I don’t want everyone calling it The Pad. That’s the worst name. And you didn’t explain why either.
[Lowell takes a few steps closer, in full Explanation Mode.]
We need to recalculate each of your individual weights and density, for the Temporal Programmers. Without it, you’ll wind up being transported mid-way through a large boulder or something. So we’re not just saying this for the sake of being difficult.
[And now that he’s done, he goes back to what he was doing, completely ignoring the video feed. Vennett rolls his eyes.]
Like he says: It's an outdated piece a shit.
[And with just that, the feed snaps off.]
[For those who do report, the transport pad sits, powered down at the moment, with several of the access panels behind the platform are opened or removed entirely. Vennett sits in a folding chair in front of one of the computer displays. At his feet is a box of tools, and in hand is a strange black device. He doesn't look all that pleased to see you.
Lowell sits at a computer desk in the same room, ready to get the right calculations of the Transports as they step onto the Transport Pad. And while he isn’t really enthused at the idea of being here, he’s also a lot less miserable looking than Vennett. Maybe that makes him more approachable? Good luck.]
((OOC: NOTE: This is an intro for two of the new NPC characters. Come meet them! Handwaving having either done the scan or declined offscreen is totally fine. THIS IS NOT A MANDATORY EVENT.))
[The video feed kicks in and sets to record mid-message. The closer of the two men turns to the screen, fixing the camera with an irritable look.]
Any a' ya Transports planning on missions anytime soon and likes all of yer limbs attached, report t'the Pad for a rescan.
[And in this moment, Lowell, the further of the two scientists (although really, he’s an engineer specifically) interjects.]
Transporter. Just say Transporter. I don’t want everyone calling it The Pad. That’s the worst name. And you didn’t explain why either.
[Lowell takes a few steps closer, in full Explanation Mode.]
We need to recalculate each of your individual weights and density, for the Temporal Programmers. Without it, you’ll wind up being transported mid-way through a large boulder or something. So we’re not just saying this for the sake of being difficult.
[And now that he’s done, he goes back to what he was doing, completely ignoring the video feed. Vennett rolls his eyes.]
Like he says: It's an outdated piece a shit.
[And with just that, the feed snaps off.]
[For those who do report, the transport pad sits, powered down at the moment, with several of the access panels behind the platform are opened or removed entirely. Vennett sits in a folding chair in front of one of the computer displays. At his feet is a box of tools, and in hand is a strange black device. He doesn't look all that pleased to see you.
Lowell sits at a computer desk in the same room, ready to get the right calculations of the Transports as they step onto the Transport Pad. And while he isn’t really enthused at the idea of being here, he’s also a lot less miserable looking than Vennett. Maybe that makes him more approachable? Good luck.]
((OOC: NOTE: This is an intro for two of the new NPC characters. Come meet them! Handwaving having either done the scan or declined offscreen is totally fine. THIS IS NOT A MANDATORY EVENT.))
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D-Done.
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And then without a comment, turns back and adds the following note to the angel's profile: See details prior to rescan.
He'll get back to that later.]
... Done.
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I hope you enjoy your coffee.
[Neither of the technicians seems particularly interested in religious exhalation, so coffee it is.]
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[Which is an awkward thing to say, but he's feeling awkward and out of the RIGHT things to say, so it fits. He's settled back to his normal self a little, and clears his throat.]
You can leave now. Thank you.
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Holy shit...
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What's it say about him? I didn't actually have the file in front of me.