june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[asafepairofhands]

Have you.

[It's not really a question, and Ratchet looks extremely thoughtful for a moment, turning the cylinder carefully in his grip.]

I don't know. I've learned a hell of a lot from some humans I've met. [A lot of it has been some truly awful new techniques in biotechnological warfare, mostly levered against him, but that is neither here nor there.] I'm aware you have no real reason to trust me, but if there are trade secrets in here that aren't going to hurt anyone else, they're safe with me.

[arcreact]

That's humble of you, considering you're a billion year old, twenty foot tall mechanical person.

[ Tony reaches out to rap his knuckles against the body of the cylinder, where there's a particularly garish scrape in the paint. It's a fond gesture, all things considered. ]

But I'll take what I can get, for the time being. I'm prioritizing above my paranoia - at terrible personal cost, believe me.

ohh my god this was open for ages and i never hit post comment end me

[asafepairofhands]

Around five million, but point taken.

[Ratchet's mouth tilts lopsidedly, almost a smile.]

I can tell you're suffering, yeah. [He watches Tony knock on the canister affectionately, his grip on it steady.] As flattering as being an absolute last-ditch option is, I'll take as much care as I would with a regular patient. [His optics flick between Tony and the canister again, looking thoughtful.]

Close enough, anyway.

[arcreact]

My bad. I always get foggy on equally unfathomably long periods of time.

[ He seems as appeased as he's ever going to get, though, and dammit, he'd be insane not to leap on a chance to glean something from a giant sentient robot. ]

I'd shake on it, but you're currently hauling my junk around and your hand is as big as my torso, anyway.

[asafepairofhands]

My hand is a fine size for hauling your junk around, apparently.

[Ratchet's face is utterly deadpan, but his optics flicker bright for a moment, almost teasing.]

I'm still trying to get a workspace set up. I can come to your place to hash out plans--size isn't an issue there--but for the actual hardware alterations I'll need more space.

[arcreact]

Yeah, I bet they are, hotshot.

[ He should probably stop making suggestive comments at a giant robot. Whatever. Ain't nobody the boss of him.

He just makes a noncommittal "hm" sound at that last bit, before glancing at his MID. ]

Well, somebody in the job placement department knows what they're doing, because they assigned me to engineering. I figure that'll have plenty of space.