Down periscope! Dive dive dive! [open, btw. come talk to the grouchy green genius, newbies]

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Anyone who ventures near the bathrooms will hear odd, strained clanking noises, to the point of possibly making some wonder if one of the Transformers is trying to go and having a hard time of it.

This is not a sign of one of the 'bots on board needing more robo-fiber, however.

Brainiac 5 is up to something.

Surprisingly, his techie hijinks are something he's been ordered to do--Jaime, the one in charge of the team trying to open up more of the ship has tasked him with building things to scout out where the waste goes, to use that to find out more about Stacy's hidden structures and ductwork, and that's exactly what he's doing--building an array in the bathroom to control and track the sensor-bots he's about to send where the sun don't shine.

"Hmm...still losing signal strength..."

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[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"What you call a mess, I call scientific progress," Brainy responds, fiddling with the machine.

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

"Dat like an experiment?" He still didn't like that word for reasons still unknown to him. Yet he still wanders over and crouches next to some mechanical bit and reaches out to poked at it.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Not so much an experiment as an engineering construct--don't touch that."

Clankety clank.

"It's a device that I plan to use in concert with several probes in an attempt to map out more of the ship's systems, using the waste receptacles as an open access point."

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

Cielo makes a bit of a show about pulling his hand away, pinwheeling back a step then sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck.

"So dat a big ol' wordy way a sayin you gonna be pokin around where you ain't s'posed ta?"