Tiny Little Robots [Open]

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Wyn is Not Happy. Her best-friend-from-the-future is onboard the ship, which is nice, but something clearly goes horribly, horribly awry. Since he won't tell her what's wrong (thanks, Caden!), she's got to do something to take her mind off her questions. The little scout robot idea she's had bouncing around her head sounds like a good plan, but she doesn't quite have the parts she thought she would (thanks, Julian!). So basically, Wyn is glaring staring at her notebook, twirling what looks like an eyeliner pencil between her fingers and trying to come up with a workaround that doesn't involve ridiculous amounts of magic.

... well, she might not have much of a choice on the magic thing, but she'd prefer to avoid writing with her eyeliner if at all possible. She's got priorities.

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[staturity]

Cassie didn't have any clear idea of what she wanted to do. Usually she just looked at things and maybe even tried fiddling around with something when she was feel adventurous.

"Hi." Cassie said when she saw Wyn, mostly as a way of letting her know she had entered.

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Like slag was Sentinel's pursuit of justice going to be stopped just by the fact that he didn't have any ranged weaponry. He skidded to a halt in front of the so-called special weapons division, then stomped in. He spotted a vaguely familiar fleshling (they all more or less looked alike) and wracked his memory.

"Organic-Wyn! I am in need of armament!"

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Okay, Wyn was definitely not expecting visitors. "Hi!" she says, concentration broken. "Are you looking for something?"

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"Um. Hi, Sentinel Prime." Wyn says, slightly startled by the arrival of one of the only robots she'd met onboard. (She knew there were more, but she'd only seen B5 and Sentinel Prime.) "... did you try the Precinct? I think that's really where they're keeping the actual weaponry."

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"Don't you think I know that?" Sentinel snaps in reply. "I need new weaponry, specially fitted to me. There's a dangerous Cybertronian fugitive on board, and his flight capabilities make it... difficult for me to arrest him."

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"... right." Wyn raises an eyebrow. "Which dangerous flying fugitive robot is this, again? I haven't noticed any lately." She was also a bit busy at the moment, what with the planning and the scrawling in her notebook and the complete avoidance of anything to do with giving Sentinel Prime a weapon.

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"He's trying to disguise his name, but his designation is 'Wasp'. Green and yellow, around your size. Disgusting organic-scanned alt-mode." Sentinel cringes.

"He's the one I was in pursuit of when I first got here."

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"He... oh, he's actually wasp-shaped, isn't he?" Wyn says, grimacing slightly. "What'd he do?"

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"Now he is, apparently." Sentinel growled.

"He's a stinking traitor who was plotting to betray the Autobots to the Decepticons."

[staturity]

Cassie shrugged. "Not really. I just like hanging out down here. I'd try making something but I'd probably just get myself fried so I mostly just look around."

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"Yeah, I suppose this is one of the less-creepy places onboard. ... well, maybe. Depends on your definition of 'less-creepy'." Wyn says absently, scrawling something in her notebook.

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"No, definitely haven't seen one of those. Thankfully." Person-sized wasp-shaped robots aren't high on her list of favorite things, even if they are technically still robots.

"Did you talk to Security? Sounds like something they'd want to know." she continues absently, twirling her pencil between her fingers and staring at her notebook.

[staturity]

Wyn was right. Cassie found a section of the ship dedicated to weapons not as creepy as other areas of the ship. She wondered what that said about her.

"What are you working on?"

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Wyn would say that it just means Cassie's got more sense than most people. "Er. Right now, I'm trying to get an array sketched out, but mostly what's happening is I'm discovering that eyeliner is very much not meant for writing with." Wyn says, giving the black pencil a disapproving look.

[staturity]

"You could go to the sensoriums. I think you can get a pen there that will work on paper and have what you write stay... huh. I'm not sure. I wish I could help you but all I have are my DS and cell phone." And a picture of her dad.

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"It's all right. I think I might have found someone on board with an actual pen, so all I have to do is wait for him to show-- you said you had a DS?" Wyn says, putting her notebook down. Yeah, that might be a stare of laser focus aimed at Cassie.

[staturity]

"Yeah, I've been waiting to cannibalize it. No point in wasting it by just toying around with its insides." She noticed that determined look. "You need it?"

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"Not at the moment, no. I think I can compensate for what I'm missing with this--" she taps the page she's been writing on "-- but I'm kind of jealous you got to keep your DS. I got a shirt, the notebook, and a... glowy magical battery-rock-thing."

[staturity]

"Oh it doesn't work. Well, it probably could but I don't want to waste the batteries." Cassie took out her DS from her plantsuit pocket (and that never got any less creepy) and offered it to Wyn. "What's this glowy magical battery rock thing?"

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"Exactly what it says on the tin." Wyn says, fishing in the inside pocket of her flannel shirt. "Oh, come on, it's in here somewhere. Technically, it's a repository for the bleedthrough from badly-contained arrays, but they make good batteries if you can't actually do magic." She offers the newly-discovered small white rock in exchange for the DS with a cheerful smile.

[staturity]

"What's an array?" Cassie looked closely at the object. "Huh."

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"Hello?" Roxie says as she shuffles in, hands in two of the many, many pockets of the overlarge denim jacket she wears over her plant-suit. "Someone wanted scissors..."

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"It-- glow, dammit, you're not helping me make my point here." Wyn starts, giving the rock in Cassie's hands an irritable look. A warm glow immediately starts to emanate from the small rock. "There we go. Anyway, um, an array is kind of like a magic circle used to direct the flow of magic into doing what you want it to. Containment circles are supposed to keep it focused inside the array, although I haven't met a sorcerer yet who could do a decent containment circle for love or money."

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"Yes? Hi, that was me." Wyn says, looking up from her notebook and waving cheerfully.

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Caden isn't a complete dolt; he can tell when he's upset someone, especially when 'someone' is his best friend. He knows that his refusal to explain the catastrophe looming in her future has pushed far too many buttons in Wyn's worry-worry-worrying little head. Mostly because he remembers the few quiet, sad conversations they had in college about the possibility of her becoming a completely mad mad-scientist, taking-over-the-world drive and all, and Caden knows that Wyn's smart enough to figure things out on her own. The odds that she's aware of what he's refusing to tell her are pretty high.

After spending a good long while sitting around thinking, Caden sighs and pulls himself inwards. Anyone watching would notice his rapid shrinking, and the fact that he has spontaneously sprouted quite a bit of red-brown fur. Having known Wyn for a good eight years, he's fully aware of her fondness for pine martens...

Following her scent, Caden slips into the Special Weapons room, eyes sliding around before he trots over to her and jumps into her lap. He makes an odd little whining noise, pressing his pointy nose into her stomach, ears flattening slightly, this being Cadenmartenese for "I'm sorry..."