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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Like he says: It's an outdated piece a shit.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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He keeps an eye on the shrieky one, though.]
I don't know what I mean by it! I swear--
[Everyone here is more touchy than every middle school girl I know put together, and that's saying something, but he bites his tongue (it's a very near thing) and instead:]
Okay, okay, sorry! I'm really sorry! Please forgive my crimes and don't teleport me into a volcano!!
[He tries to bow and put his foot down at the same time and promptly falls over. But remarkably, he stays stubbornly on the Pad anyway.]
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[Vennett actually winces a bit at that. He simply pushes away from his desk and stands up before Lowell can go off about the sensitivity of the equipment- and possibly actually make good on the volcano threat.
He scruffs the kid, lifting him easily with one hand and sets him back on his feet.]
Stand. Still.
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