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Deckard {BP-001} ([personal profile] thankyou4myheart) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment2013-10-23 07:01 am

[Video] Paging the Build Team . . . and the nearest "hospital"?

[Deckard is nothing if not a quick study . . . though he's still not wholly convinced this isn't all just some elaborate sensory hoax.  But he's been given some real direction from a most unexpected source at that and is running with it.]

Hello?  I've been told to seek out a . . . medic.  [Is that really the right word?] ...mechanical engineer.  Or a robotics engineer.  Someone who can modify an engine from running on gasoline to whatever is the common fuel source here.

[If he sounds - or looks - a little on the tired/haggard side, that would be because he's not fueled recently.  He'd intended to fill up "tomorrow" when he got in to work, but he's been here for some hours now and he's starting to feel it.  But he pushes that aside.]

Also, if anyone knows where the Build Team is, and if they're all right, I'd appreciate hearing from you.  McCrane, Power Joe, and Drill Boy.  ...and Dumpson.  [Because he can hardly imagine three-quarters of the Build Team being present and not all of them.]

Thank you in advance for your help.

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[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2013-10-24 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's okay, he knows you're young and also that - compared to a lot of others - he is extremely strange. Other mechs are not nearly so spikey after all.]

Excellent. And it's my pleasure, Deckard; this is the sorta work I like doin'. I'll be waiting.
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[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2013-10-25 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2013-10-27 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[And the waiting room is rather nice for being on a planet like this, to boot. Barricade comes through one of the back office doors, a hologram hovering about three feet in front of him as he walks. He's studying it with his lower pair of optics, the upper pair flicking up to look at Deckard. He flicks a smile.

Yeah. He's missed having patients. Well. Aside from having patients due to people getting nearly killed. The hologram fizzles off and he offers his taloned hand for a shake.]

Deckard, I presume. I'm Barricade; pleasure t'meet in person.