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rekindleme2014-06-29 12:08 pm
forcowardice) wrote in rekindleme2014-06-29 12:08 pm
Entry tags:
it's a test to find that silver lining [OPEN]
Who: Fulcrum & Krok [closed]; there is an [OPEN] prompt available too!
Where: Fulcrum & Krok at Krok's room. Otherwise, marketplace or boardwalk a-go-go.
When: The weekend.
Summary: Fulcrum is concerned about his worrywort of a commanding officer and checks up on him [closed] while on the flipside he's also shopping for some specific equipment [OPEN].
Warnings: Big dumb robots with feelings
[CLOSED TO KROK]
Ever since the medical exams from Ratchet, Fulcrum has definitely made note of one thing: the lack of his commanding officer being around and mother henning the hell out of his crew.
It's not for lack of caring. Primus, if there's one thing Fulcrum knows, it is most definitely that Krok cares! If anything, it has to do with him caring. Caring so damned much and worrying and now it's somehow confined him to his room. Fortunately, Fulcrum has no problem taking it upon himself to worry right back at him.
So, he stands in front of his captain's door and gives it a knock.
"It's me. Can I come in?"
-=-=-
[OPEN]
"Okay, so."
Fulcrum squints down at his paper list. Paper is such a weird concept that just kind of seems to be a big waste of resources, but it's a common thing to use here apparently. Bizarre to him, really. A lot of the habits these organics have is both endearing and frustrating. No, he doesn't think too highly of most of them, but he doesn't entirely dislike them either.
But this paper thing's silly.
"Yeah, I gotta make a data pad," the K-Con mutters to himself.
For now, he's shopping around for some fairly specific material on his list. Mostly, he's looking for equipment, or objects he can make into equipment. Things he can repurpose in some way.
At the very least, he's certainly not unapproachable!
Where: Fulcrum & Krok at Krok's room. Otherwise, marketplace or boardwalk a-go-go.
When: The weekend.
Summary: Fulcrum is concerned about his worrywort of a commanding officer and checks up on him [closed] while on the flipside he's also shopping for some specific equipment [OPEN].
Warnings: Big dumb robots with feelings
[CLOSED TO KROK]
Ever since the medical exams from Ratchet, Fulcrum has definitely made note of one thing: the lack of his commanding officer being around and mother henning the hell out of his crew.
It's not for lack of caring. Primus, if there's one thing Fulcrum knows, it is most definitely that Krok cares! If anything, it has to do with him caring. Caring so damned much and worrying and now it's somehow confined him to his room. Fortunately, Fulcrum has no problem taking it upon himself to worry right back at him.
So, he stands in front of his captain's door and gives it a knock.
"It's me. Can I come in?"
-=-=-
[OPEN]
"Okay, so."
Fulcrum squints down at his paper list. Paper is such a weird concept that just kind of seems to be a big waste of resources, but it's a common thing to use here apparently. Bizarre to him, really. A lot of the habits these organics have is both endearing and frustrating. No, he doesn't think too highly of most of them, but he doesn't entirely dislike them either.
But this paper thing's silly.
"Yeah, I gotta make a data pad," the K-Con mutters to himself.
For now, he's shopping around for some fairly specific material on his list. Mostly, he's looking for equipment, or objects he can make into equipment. Things he can repurpose in some way.
At the very least, he's certainly not unapproachable!