[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]We're Off To See The Wizard [ Ratchet|Closed ]
Dec 1, 2018 19:04:30 GMT -5
Post by Ratchet on Dec 1, 2018 19:04:30 GMT -5
Here the hall continued on a little while, before the first of the doors appeared.
They were, for the most part, all similar in size and shape. Each door had an accompanying keypad with a series of numbers ranging from 0-9. Some of the number pads looked old and scuffed, but the small red light above it indicated it was locked, and working.
Ratchet approached one of the first doors, and entered a simple code – 1234 – and the door slid open.
He glanced back at Hot Rod, “Collecting things? Of course. Many people gather things from where they have been. I’ve even got one or two small things in my own room.
It’s also normal not to collect things.”
Ratchet spoke dryly, “I’m coming to learn normal is a myth.”
Turning back to the open door, he stepped inside, and motioned for Hot Rod to do the same.
On the wall opposite the door stood the recharge slab. A long table-like object with a single thick pillar supporting the platform, underneath a large jumble of wires fell, running along and terminating in a wall. There had been some attempt to try and make it neat, with an ungodly amount of plastic zipties. On the adjoining wall, in a corner, was a makeshift desk and chair, simple in design and make, but clearly Cybertronian in size and make. The desk and chair were dinged and in need of some paint, but they would do the job they were built for. The walls were bare, and there were no windows. A single light, flush to the ceiling, flickered on when they walked in.
“As you see, it’s simple, but considering we had to take everything from the Ark, serviceable. Even comfortable, just not fancy. If you want this one, you can reprogram the door lock to whatever code you want, and you can adjust it or decorate it however you want, as long as you don’t take anything needed elsewhere in the base, or steal from the others.”
They were, for the most part, all similar in size and shape. Each door had an accompanying keypad with a series of numbers ranging from 0-9. Some of the number pads looked old and scuffed, but the small red light above it indicated it was locked, and working.
Ratchet approached one of the first doors, and entered a simple code – 1234 – and the door slid open.
He glanced back at Hot Rod, “Collecting things? Of course. Many people gather things from where they have been. I’ve even got one or two small things in my own room.
It’s also normal not to collect things.”
Ratchet spoke dryly, “I’m coming to learn normal is a myth.”
Turning back to the open door, he stepped inside, and motioned for Hot Rod to do the same.
On the wall opposite the door stood the recharge slab. A long table-like object with a single thick pillar supporting the platform, underneath a large jumble of wires fell, running along and terminating in a wall. There had been some attempt to try and make it neat, with an ungodly amount of plastic zipties. On the adjoining wall, in a corner, was a makeshift desk and chair, simple in design and make, but clearly Cybertronian in size and make. The desk and chair were dinged and in need of some paint, but they would do the job they were built for. The walls were bare, and there were no windows. A single light, flush to the ceiling, flickered on when they walked in.
“As you see, it’s simple, but considering we had to take everything from the Ark, serviceable. Even comfortable, just not fancy. If you want this one, you can reprogram the door lock to whatever code you want, and you can adjust it or decorate it however you want, as long as you don’t take anything needed elsewhere in the base, or steal from the others.”