Exploring the Mansion

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WakeJumper frowned as he examined some of the Transformer-sized pieces of furniture. Yeah, some of it was a good idea, but really, did the place really need a washstand that big? Shaking his head, the medic moved on down the hallway, not really having a specific destination in mind. He was more interested in finding out about the layout of the mansion.

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There's a Decepticon shuttle-bot heading Wakejumper's way, shaking off post-recharge disorientation as he goes. Yes, he was ordered to rest, but Movor still feels a pang of guilt at finding himself napping, and unsettled as slag when he remembers where he is.

He pulls himself together. Time to reconnoitre... and hopefully find his commander again.

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WakeJumper pauses, before raising his hand in greeting, "Hey there..."

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Movor stops in his tracks for a second as he spots Wakejumper, but then approaches more slowly. His gaze glances up and down, looking the oher mech over for weapons and more importantly, faction insignia. "Uh, hey. So who would you be?"

He doesn't seem to be aware of the awkwardness of his greeting, more intent on scrutinising Wakejumper then himself.

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In another life and different reality, WakeJumper was an Autobot, and proud of it. He removed his faction sigil shortly before he began his explorations of the mansion. On his hip is a holster with a small handgun, which appears to be his only weaponry. He doesn't seem like the type to favor weaponry, however. "I'm WakeJumper...I'm a medic..." He smiles a bit, "What's your designation?"

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The lack of symbol helps, though the shuttle-bot remains cautious. His own weapons aren't visible, except for the wing-mounted lasers, tucked behind his legs in this mode.

"Movor, Decepticon combat unit," he replies, not that there's any other kind, where he's from. "You must have just gotten here."

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WakeJumper nods, "Nice to meet you...and yeah...I got here a little while ago...Figured I'd try and get a better idea of what all is here..."

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"I know we didn't have a proper medic when I got here." Movor glances up and around, giving a half-nod despite himself. "I can't make nose or fins of this place. The AI might know something, but-" He stops, realising he probably shouldn't explain what he thinks of T-AI to someone he doesn't know. "But I didn't ask her earlier."

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((Sorry about the reply from my main...forgot I was logged into that one...))

WakeJumper nodded, remembering what Vector Prime had said earlier on. "Well, I've only seen where we get energon, and my own quarters...so maybe we should work together to figure this place out..." He smiled a bit in what he hoped was a friendly way.

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((No problem!))

Movor looks at him, visor flickering in what might be surprise over his faceplate. "Yeah," he says slowly. "Maybe we should." Even if this guy turns out to be an Autobot, the white and black mech has orders not to take any hosile actions. "I've just seen the repair bay and my quarters since I got here."

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WakeJumper blinks a bit, before reciting from something Ratchet had him download, "Humans require eight to nine hours of sleep each night to maintain optimal health, though most only obtain around four or five."

The triplechanger shrugs a bit, "Humans are a bit odd..."

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Movor gives him a surprised look. Medic, right... "Well, yeah. No-one ever said organics were smart." He starts to lead them down to the main staircase and the foyer, perking up subtly as he gets a positive response from Optimus.

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Movor's comment earns a bit of hearty laughter from WakeJumper. It's honest, spark-felt laughter, the kind that almost makes one want to join in. "Yeah...oh how I know that...You'd think that a species at the top of the food chain would be a bit smarter..."

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For some reason (read: core-programmed bias about Autobots), the shuttle-con wasn't expecting that response. A snarky comment about Decepticons, maybe, or some attempt to defend the organic runts. Not that.

Movor hesitates for a second, glancing over his shoulder before he sniggers in agreement. "Oh, sure, they're the top on Earth, but that's not saying much. And it's not surprising when you see the junk they program their creations with."

Assured though his words are, he sounds almost hesitant at the start. He's testing unknown waters here.

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WakeJumper shrugs, "Well, they're the most advanced organic race I've ever met...but I'm only a little over a vorn old, so I've not had much experience with organic races..." WakeJumper shrugs a bit, before moving to inspect another piece of furniture, muttering about how pointless said piece of furniture is.

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"How many do you know?" Movor wants to know, surveying the furnishings with a cold air. He's not jumping to volunteer his own age, even if he was sure about it. "We have to clear some of the junk out of this place," he adds.

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"Er...not many, to be honest...I've met Sam, Mikaela, and Mr. Simmons...but aside from them, I never got a chance to meet anyone else..." The triplechanger shrugs, before he snerks at Movor's comment about clearing out the junk. "Yeah, but where would we put it?"

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That actually looks like a smirk from the Decepticon as he looks around. "Most of it's wood. That stuff burns." He raps a small table for emphasis. "And I meant how many species do you know about?"

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"Dumb dumb WakeJumper fall down go boom!" Kimchee flares out her wings and arms in a victory pose where she's standing on his back, then wobbles and faceplants. "Ohhhh, spinny."

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WakeJumper lets out a soft groan, before muttering, "Why me?"

Desinex's cackling reduces to snickering, but it's apparent that she could start laughing again at the slightest instance of humor. "That...was well and truely epic, Kimchee..." She glances at Movor, before frowning a bit and crossing her arms. "Who're you?"

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Movor looks the tiny bot responsible for flooring the Autobot and is amused, although he doesn't laugh. Perhaps his sense of humour is in a similar state to his memory.

But back to Desinex. He turns to face her properly. "Movor. Who are you two?"

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"Blerk!" Kimchee wipes her mouth and crawls away from the evidence of her tank's upset state.

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Desinex manages a small smirk at the sounds Kimchee has made, before replying to Movor, "Desinex."

WakeJumper groans again, muttering about how apparently, today isn't his day.

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His visor flickers. "The sniper, huh?"

And then Kimchee's activities draw his stare. "Did she just... void her tanks?" In public? Unthinkable!

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"Dumbdumb!" comes a little huff from the shadows by the blue femme's feet. "No no no show, no."

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Desinex's smirk turns to one she's more comfortable with showing, and she nods, "Yeah, that'd be me..." She glances down at Kimchee, "Maybe letting her have some of those energon treats wasn't a good idea..."