Possessions Grab AND Meet-up! Let's multi-task!

[cityship]

While the newly pod-released members of the crew happened to mostly miss each other in the Pod Caverns and the clothing chamber, they all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and shelves and racks of belongings and weapons that go off as far as the eye can see. Everything from massive sidearms to impossibly huge swords, to Hello Kitty lunchboxes.

Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.

Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.

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[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack has found his goggles. Unfortunately, Sentinel happens to be in his way to go retrieve them. That's... an awfully big robot. But it's a robot, right? Jack practically breathes and bleeds robots, it shouldn't be hard to deal with.

"Hey, metal man! Move it or lose it!"

Nobody ever said he was going to be polite about it. Being sarcastic helps cover up how nervous he really is even though he has, for the most part, clamped down on the part of himself that wants to run jibbering in terrified circles for now.

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

That shield? It just turned really sharp and spikey. And it's pointed at YOU, Jack.

Oh yeah, there's a lance too. Fancy that.

"Care to repeat that comment, pale organic?"

[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack remains cool and aloof, leaning a little on the Monkey Staff. He's actually ready to trigger his helipack and get the heck out of there at a moment's notice, but you wouldn't know it from looking at him.

"Yeah. I'm trying to get my goggles from over there." He nods to his goggles, which are hanging off the corner of a crate on the other side of Sentinel. "You're in the way, got it?"

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

Sentinel isn't a violent bot, but he does believe he's going to have to kill disable something today.

He ignores the organic, not moving, as he reactivates his comm-link. "Autobot Bumblebee, this is Sentinel Prime again. I've retrieved my weapons. What information do you have about the Decepticons aboard this craft? Have they taken control of it?"

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"Kinda in the middle of something here. And no. In fact they're helping defeat the things that are currently trying to take it over. Also, once the ships AI is back online, they can't try to harm us anyways. Get's em slammed into a wall by tentacles if they try."

[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

Oh, ignoring eh? Jack can roll with that.

"Fine then, stand there, see if I care." Jack fires up his helipack and uses the lift to jump over Sentinel's head with an air of perfect smugness. He grabs his spiral goggles, settling them in their rightful place on his head.

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

Sentinel lets out a shrill scream. "ORGANIC!!!" He jumps back as Jack touches him, lance flailing wildly. "Bumblebee! Report your position and active a tracking beacon if you have one!"

He put some distance between himself and the organic, keeping it at weapon's length away from himself.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"That's going to be a little difficult, considering I've got GIANT FREAKING BUGS trying to kill me over here! And with all due respect sir, you freak out when something organic even gets close to touching you."

[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack's eyebrows go up an inch or three, then he smirks.

"Jeeze, what's your problem?" After considering his options, he decides to take a step toward Sentinel just to see how the big robot reacts. Sure they're trapped on a strange space ship, but Jack loves ruining other peoples' days.

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

"Stay back, fleshbag!" Sentinel moves forward, shield protecting himself. "Keep your cyber-contaminants off me!"

He redirects his attention to the communicator. "Never you mind that! If it is war these organics want, then it is war they shall have!"

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"See, that's the other problem. I know you. I know you're probably going to freak out and attack someone who we want alive and uninjured. Please, just stay in the slagging locker room where your paranoia is relatively harmless."