Ep0- "Welcome to the Sci-fi Club" - Open
Nov 20, 2011 0:03:05 GMT -5
Post by steele on Nov 20, 2011 0:03:05 GMT -5
(OOC: So yeah. Because this was kinda caught in the middle of our platform jump, I'm copypastaing the old stuff right up to where we left off so we can pick it back up. ^^ )
Ray had taken some time to look around the Autobot base. It looked like something directly out of a sci-fi movie. Giant robots moving everywhere (and Ray watching himself so he doesn't end up under foot), unusual alien technology... he occasionally pinched himself to see if this was real. Every so often, he would poke his head in to the medbay to see if Blue was alright. From what he last saw, Blue looked to be in rough shape.
That was about ten minutes ago. Currently, he stayed up in the catwalks to avoid the possibility of being stepped on.
"Oh," said a startled voice from behind the vaguely lost looking young man.
June Darby, in a pull over and cushy pink 'comfort' sneakers, had been on her way up to retrieve one of the boys' game consoles from the entertainment center as they'd set up a system in one of the human-sized break-room areas. Apparently whatever this place had once been, people had been allowed a coffee machine and refrigerator and the kids were set up there for the night. Through no small amount of eavesdropping, mother-ish wheedling and Jack being surprisingly straightforward, they’d managed to discern that the kids would only be on base for the night, gone early the morning and go about their day normally save that their ‘going home’ at night would be replaced by extended sleeping over at the Autobot base.
“You must be… Ray,” said June quietly. “I heard the others mention you. You must have been in medical with Bluestreak then.” She offered him a sympathetic smile, noting just how haggard, dusty, and generally wild-looking that Ray appeared. Like he’d been chased by a psychotic killer robot basically. “I’m June Darby.” She offered a small hand. “Has agent Fowler been here to give you the official talk yet or am I about to be your orientation?”
Ray seemed a little surprised when June came up behind them.
"Hey, I'm Ray Clancy," said Ray.
He quickly wiped off his dusty hand on his shirt and shook June's hand.
"I haven't really met any special agents yet or any sorta men-in-black. So I think I am probably going to be getting the orientation from you," said Ray with a faint grin.
It was the best he could manage given that his life had been turned upside down right now.
"I heard about what happened," said June quietly. She folded her arms across her stomach, searching for words in the face of absurdity - because lets face it giant transforming robots were absurd - that would be of some comfort to Ray, who looked quite frazzled.
"Ummm... well, Ray, if it makes you feel any better about it I was kidnapped by a giant murderous spider bot with a penchant for decapitation. It hung me off the top of a silo and tried to kill my sixteen-year-old son while I looked on..." A pause, June realizing that maybe giant spider decapitation was not that comforting.
"Luckily, however, Arcee - my son's motorcycle - was there to save me. They're very good about that. The saving thing. There's the attacking, sure, but then there's the saving. So... yes, I'm not wording this right. Sorry. I'm a bit frazzled myself."
"Wait! There's giant killer robot spiders out there too?!" said Ray worriedly.
That was the last thing he was expecting to hear. He gave June an odd look.
"Is this... a regular occurrence?" asked Ray.
He sure as hell hoped not!
"Well," said June, leaping on the chance to joke a bit, "only one that I know of and Arcee makes one hell of a bug swatter." Excellent, I called my son's robot guardian a bug-swatter. Very good, June. Smoooooth. She cleared her throat a bit. "Look, I know it seems like a lot to take in. Trust me I know."
June looked around, gesture to the couch and took a seat, indicating that Ray could join her and resisting the urge to straighten the mess of comic books and pizza plates the kids had obviously left here. Helicopter mom. No helicopter mom.
"Look, just... I know you must have questions. Lay them on me and I'll answer best I can if you like."
Ray had taken some time to look around the Autobot base. It looked like something directly out of a sci-fi movie. Giant robots moving everywhere (and Ray watching himself so he doesn't end up under foot), unusual alien technology... he occasionally pinched himself to see if this was real. Every so often, he would poke his head in to the medbay to see if Blue was alright. From what he last saw, Blue looked to be in rough shape.
That was about ten minutes ago. Currently, he stayed up in the catwalks to avoid the possibility of being stepped on.
"Oh," said a startled voice from behind the vaguely lost looking young man.
June Darby, in a pull over and cushy pink 'comfort' sneakers, had been on her way up to retrieve one of the boys' game consoles from the entertainment center as they'd set up a system in one of the human-sized break-room areas. Apparently whatever this place had once been, people had been allowed a coffee machine and refrigerator and the kids were set up there for the night. Through no small amount of eavesdropping, mother-ish wheedling and Jack being surprisingly straightforward, they’d managed to discern that the kids would only be on base for the night, gone early the morning and go about their day normally save that their ‘going home’ at night would be replaced by extended sleeping over at the Autobot base.
“You must be… Ray,” said June quietly. “I heard the others mention you. You must have been in medical with Bluestreak then.” She offered him a sympathetic smile, noting just how haggard, dusty, and generally wild-looking that Ray appeared. Like he’d been chased by a psychotic killer robot basically. “I’m June Darby.” She offered a small hand. “Has agent Fowler been here to give you the official talk yet or am I about to be your orientation?”
Ray seemed a little surprised when June came up behind them.
"Hey, I'm Ray Clancy," said Ray.
He quickly wiped off his dusty hand on his shirt and shook June's hand.
"I haven't really met any special agents yet or any sorta men-in-black. So I think I am probably going to be getting the orientation from you," said Ray with a faint grin.
It was the best he could manage given that his life had been turned upside down right now.
"I heard about what happened," said June quietly. She folded her arms across her stomach, searching for words in the face of absurdity - because lets face it giant transforming robots were absurd - that would be of some comfort to Ray, who looked quite frazzled.
"Ummm... well, Ray, if it makes you feel any better about it I was kidnapped by a giant murderous spider bot with a penchant for decapitation. It hung me off the top of a silo and tried to kill my sixteen-year-old son while I looked on..." A pause, June realizing that maybe giant spider decapitation was not that comforting.
"Luckily, however, Arcee - my son's motorcycle - was there to save me. They're very good about that. The saving thing. There's the attacking, sure, but then there's the saving. So... yes, I'm not wording this right. Sorry. I'm a bit frazzled myself."
"Wait! There's giant killer robot spiders out there too?!" said Ray worriedly.
That was the last thing he was expecting to hear. He gave June an odd look.
"Is this... a regular occurrence?" asked Ray.
He sure as hell hoped not!
"Well," said June, leaping on the chance to joke a bit, "only one that I know of and Arcee makes one hell of a bug swatter." Excellent, I called my son's robot guardian a bug-swatter. Very good, June. Smoooooth. She cleared her throat a bit. "Look, I know it seems like a lot to take in. Trust me I know."
June looked around, gesture to the couch and took a seat, indicating that Ray could join her and resisting the urge to straighten the mess of comic books and pizza plates the kids had obviously left here. Helicopter mom. No helicopter mom.
"Look, just... I know you must have questions. Lay them on me and I'll answer best I can if you like."