LET'S [test] DRIVING

[cava]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Here's a few options, all stolen shamelessly from previous iterations.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU


or make up your own whatever this is basic and just for the purposes of getting a new test drive up.

Comments

Perceptor | Transformers: Fall of Cybertron

[sciencetank]

[Except now he goes by Percival Carter, and yes, he's about as British as it sounds. It's probably not possible to be more insufferable than he is. Working as a professor of astrophysics, he literally has no friends, because no one can ever stand him and his chatter for more than ten minutes.]

[He's good though, who needs friends, he has work.]

[... and a need for a new pair of pants, hence the inevitable day spent trudging unhappily through the mall. Ugh. Human interaction.]

NOT THE MALL. ON CAMPUS ACTUALLY

[reapsthewind]

[shiiiiit. This is very annoying, but she's going to the astrophysics dept. because she needs to check some things.]

[1. Is this sudden new knowledge of astrophysics even accurate? She's pretty sure some of the math here shouldn't work. Also, it's in another language, but that's beside the point.

2. haha there can't be a planet in THAT location THAT'S SILLY also Cyberton's a dumb name]

[SO HEY, LOOK! A GRAD STUDENT FROM THE ENGINEERING DEPT AT YOUR DOOR]

Professor Carter?

[sciencetank]

[He probably should have OFFICE HOURS listed in bold font tattooed on his hand, because, for the moment, he's become so absorbed in his work, he's completely forgotten he's even open for visiting right now.]

[He's plugging away at a keyboard, absorbed in the numbers flitting across his screen.]

[... At least the door's unlocked, so, when he inevitably fails to answer in a timely fashion, it can just be pushed open.]

[reapsthewind]

[yeah fuck it she barges in]

Hey, so, I know that you probably don't know me too well since I'm in avionics and not astronomics so I haven't really taken any of your classes but I'm from another department and I need you to uh

[she looks at the stack of papers in her hands. they're equations, stuff that she's remembered, and it occurs to her that half of them are in Decepticon. Whoops.]

I've been doing, um, some work on my own, and I, er, needed someone to... verify my work and check up on some stuff.

[A lot of it has to do with planetary motion, including some really unorthodox uses of Larange points and gravitational flings, plus a bunch of stuff about wandering exoplanets.]

You can ignore the stuff in the... um. Cipher. It's just something I use when taking notes. I'm not sure why I left those pages in, ha ha.

[sciencetank]

[His head snaps up so fast it might as well as have been on a string. His eyes are wide and startled behind the glasses. One hand jerks off the keyboard, elbow knocking into a mug which skitters off the desktop.]

[He's not a small man, despite his profession. But he stares at her like a yeti or something just stormed into his lab and he's unarmed in the woods.]

It's courteous to knock, you realize.

[... apparently he didn't hear it the first time.]

Who in blazes are you?