[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Safehouse [Raf and Miko]
Dec 5, 2017 19:39:13 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Dec 5, 2017 19:39:13 GMT -5
Continuation of 'What You Think You Know'
Episode 2.5 | Week 2 | Day 7
The trip to the living quarters was not a very far one, but it definitely provided an improved shift in tone. While the Control Room had been abuzz with the subtle sound of machines working and a low frequency hum from the heart of the base itself, this area was far more subdued. It was blanketed in a layer of calm, thick walls separating the hallway from the inner rooms, broken only by the incremental door that was paired with a pin pad. The rooms themselves were not particularly secure, each pin pad holding a cable that ran from it to the electrical conduits on the ceiling and the controls, controls that could probably be overruled by anyone with half a mind in hacking or engineering... but it provided a small layer of privacy and comfort to protect an individual's belongings.
It was down one of these hallways that Carbine would stop before a particular door, careful to rock his weight to a more gentle halt due to the fact a human was riding awkwardly on the space between shoulder and neck.
Miko's presence was awkward, and not exactly favored. He didn’t really want her there at the moment, but had no means to carry her any other way. His right hand was full trying to hang on to Rafael, while his left was covered in Energon, and clutching the underside of the couch that had once been sitting in the Control Room. Whatever the case, he was tolerating her presence surprisingly well, focusing down at the key pad to his living area.
Pointing his pinky finger out so he didn’t jostle Raf, Carbine awkwardly plucked at the four digits to his room. Any number of sane individuals may have put in a variety of numbers, 9374, maybe 0295, yada yada... instead, Carbine simply mashed the middle button four times in possibly one of the least creative passwords just after '1234'. After this was entered however, the door slid aside with a snarled hiss, the large Cybertronian stepping within.
Due to Carbine's size class, the room was one of the larger ones in the base, many individuals sorted into differing spaces to make the most of their limited environment. No point in gifting someone Arcees' size a room big enough for Optimus, when it means not everyone would have a place to call their own. That said, this one seemed exceptionally large, a rectangular space that arched far more than Bumblebee's or even Bulkheads. The reason behind this was soon apparent, as there appeared to be two doors for one space, and a ring of broken and raw edged wall that had once stood between them.
Two rooms, one for Carbine, one for Thunder, artificially fused together to create a sort of 'suite' for them to share side by side. The roughness of the job, and the lack of any patchwork on the break, helped betray the fact that this may not have been a totally sanctioned decision, but it had been done anyway. Despite this, there only seemed to be one berth to sleep on, a large metal slab pushed to a far corner that only had room for one, while the second one was part dismantled, leaning against the far wall. The base to the second bed was torn apart, strips of metal sawed out of it and missing with the tool used lying beside it, the teeth of the saw dulled and blunted badly from misuse. Beside the functional bed, were many scrapes and grooves etched into the floor, some specks of blue paint present.
On the opposite side of the rectangle, plenty far away from the sleeping arrangements, were some containers and welded together 'tin can' like barrels that seemed to have once held liquids of some kind. Rafael and Miko may be able to recognize some of them as being some of the barrels used to house harsher cleaning chemicals they got in bulk, but they were all gone, no residual smell or other stenches remaining. That said, it was obvious it was some attempt at chemistry, if the myriad of pipes and hoses had anything to say about it, a burner messily hidden to the side underneath a sheet of blue tarp.
Above the trio on the ceiling, it seemed that one of them had been hard at work with a personal art project to fill some of the time spent at the Omega Outpost. Filigree and constellation like etches were carved into the far corners, the grooves and marks deep cut and decorative with harsh edges and sharp crooks in shapes. It showed a level of skill in the art, practice and time spent and invested to make it look unified, yet still varied and interesting. It had only been part completed, webbing out from the corner point like a disease that would soon cover the entire surface, but it was unfinished. It seemed that someone else had tried and failed to pick up the art however, the lines at one point getting sloppy, broken, and uneven, filling some of the gap between the art and the far wall, before giving up and leaving the rest blank.
While the ceiling was decorative, the walls held another story.
Claw marks, scratching, a few punched in patches and divots gored out of the rock surface. Smears of paint ripped off in a scuffle, black, white, blue, silver... There were a few stains, perhaps some old Energon that no longer glowed, or some splotches of oil or coolant. It looked like more than one bar fight probably happened in the enclosed area.
There was some other stuff, some storage, some salvage, some things that were probably thieved from the storage room and hidden for emergencies... but Carbine didn't seem to mind that the other two may see, more focused on trying to get the kid somewhere quiet and safe, and Miko off of him, and this was the only place he knew wouldn't be tainted by whatever had happened.
Walking into the room, Carbine used the back of his hand to press the plate to activate the lights above. There was a pair of powerful lights for each room, giving them a grand total of four for this combined Franken-Room. It shone over everything in the area cleanly, lighting the way for him to walk over to his bed.
Carefully sitting down the couch atop the slab of metal, the black and white mech flipped the seat over so that it was upright, noticing how odd it looked while missing a cushion, but there was still one remaining, and the chair itself didn’t seem to have Energon on it at all other than the bottom where they wouldn’t sit. With this, he sat Raf down near it, so the kid could get comfortable on his own, before dipping down to try to urge Miko to hop off.
"You guys should be fine in h́er͞e,͟ ͠as lo͜ng as you don’t t-try to jump off or anything..."
Episode 2.5 | Week 2 | Day 7
The trip to the living quarters was not a very far one, but it definitely provided an improved shift in tone. While the Control Room had been abuzz with the subtle sound of machines working and a low frequency hum from the heart of the base itself, this area was far more subdued. It was blanketed in a layer of calm, thick walls separating the hallway from the inner rooms, broken only by the incremental door that was paired with a pin pad. The rooms themselves were not particularly secure, each pin pad holding a cable that ran from it to the electrical conduits on the ceiling and the controls, controls that could probably be overruled by anyone with half a mind in hacking or engineering... but it provided a small layer of privacy and comfort to protect an individual's belongings.
It was down one of these hallways that Carbine would stop before a particular door, careful to rock his weight to a more gentle halt due to the fact a human was riding awkwardly on the space between shoulder and neck.
Miko's presence was awkward, and not exactly favored. He didn’t really want her there at the moment, but had no means to carry her any other way. His right hand was full trying to hang on to Rafael, while his left was covered in Energon, and clutching the underside of the couch that had once been sitting in the Control Room. Whatever the case, he was tolerating her presence surprisingly well, focusing down at the key pad to his living area.
Pointing his pinky finger out so he didn’t jostle Raf, Carbine awkwardly plucked at the four digits to his room. Any number of sane individuals may have put in a variety of numbers, 9374, maybe 0295, yada yada... instead, Carbine simply mashed the middle button four times in possibly one of the least creative passwords just after '1234'. After this was entered however, the door slid aside with a snarled hiss, the large Cybertronian stepping within.
Due to Carbine's size class, the room was one of the larger ones in the base, many individuals sorted into differing spaces to make the most of their limited environment. No point in gifting someone Arcees' size a room big enough for Optimus, when it means not everyone would have a place to call their own. That said, this one seemed exceptionally large, a rectangular space that arched far more than Bumblebee's or even Bulkheads. The reason behind this was soon apparent, as there appeared to be two doors for one space, and a ring of broken and raw edged wall that had once stood between them.
Two rooms, one for Carbine, one for Thunder, artificially fused together to create a sort of 'suite' for them to share side by side. The roughness of the job, and the lack of any patchwork on the break, helped betray the fact that this may not have been a totally sanctioned decision, but it had been done anyway. Despite this, there only seemed to be one berth to sleep on, a large metal slab pushed to a far corner that only had room for one, while the second one was part dismantled, leaning against the far wall. The base to the second bed was torn apart, strips of metal sawed out of it and missing with the tool used lying beside it, the teeth of the saw dulled and blunted badly from misuse. Beside the functional bed, were many scrapes and grooves etched into the floor, some specks of blue paint present.
On the opposite side of the rectangle, plenty far away from the sleeping arrangements, were some containers and welded together 'tin can' like barrels that seemed to have once held liquids of some kind. Rafael and Miko may be able to recognize some of them as being some of the barrels used to house harsher cleaning chemicals they got in bulk, but they were all gone, no residual smell or other stenches remaining. That said, it was obvious it was some attempt at chemistry, if the myriad of pipes and hoses had anything to say about it, a burner messily hidden to the side underneath a sheet of blue tarp.
Above the trio on the ceiling, it seemed that one of them had been hard at work with a personal art project to fill some of the time spent at the Omega Outpost. Filigree and constellation like etches were carved into the far corners, the grooves and marks deep cut and decorative with harsh edges and sharp crooks in shapes. It showed a level of skill in the art, practice and time spent and invested to make it look unified, yet still varied and interesting. It had only been part completed, webbing out from the corner point like a disease that would soon cover the entire surface, but it was unfinished. It seemed that someone else had tried and failed to pick up the art however, the lines at one point getting sloppy, broken, and uneven, filling some of the gap between the art and the far wall, before giving up and leaving the rest blank.
While the ceiling was decorative, the walls held another story.
Claw marks, scratching, a few punched in patches and divots gored out of the rock surface. Smears of paint ripped off in a scuffle, black, white, blue, silver... There were a few stains, perhaps some old Energon that no longer glowed, or some splotches of oil or coolant. It looked like more than one bar fight probably happened in the enclosed area.
There was some other stuff, some storage, some salvage, some things that were probably thieved from the storage room and hidden for emergencies... but Carbine didn't seem to mind that the other two may see, more focused on trying to get the kid somewhere quiet and safe, and Miko off of him, and this was the only place he knew wouldn't be tainted by whatever had happened.
Walking into the room, Carbine used the back of his hand to press the plate to activate the lights above. There was a pair of powerful lights for each room, giving them a grand total of four for this combined Franken-Room. It shone over everything in the area cleanly, lighting the way for him to walk over to his bed.
Carefully sitting down the couch atop the slab of metal, the black and white mech flipped the seat over so that it was upright, noticing how odd it looked while missing a cushion, but there was still one remaining, and the chair itself didn’t seem to have Energon on it at all other than the bottom where they wouldn’t sit. With this, he sat Raf down near it, so the kid could get comfortable on his own, before dipping down to try to urge Miko to hop off.
"You guys should be fine in h́er͞e,͟ ͠as lo͜ng as you don’t t-try to jump off or anything..."