Ultra Magnus (Minimus Ambus) (
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Meeting | Things have been busy | OTA
characters: Everyone
location: Bonfire
date/time: March 4th, after Dr. Solis shows up
content: general meeting log, sharing information and plotting things
warnings: Feel free to threadjack threads. While ICly they will have an agenda, OOCly you can post topics at any time. Minimus will put up a meeting notes once this is over.
The notif goes out shortly after Dr. Solis makes contact: "Meeting postposed to tomorrow. 1500 hours, bonfire." Minimus arrives an hour early - the time he allows himself to go over his agenda twice, adjust his wording, and check the perimeter for any safety hazards. When the first people approach, he stands silently behind the fire, and the instant the time changes, he speaks. Anyone who is tardy must understand that actions have consequences.
"Good afternoon. I commend everyone in attendance for their dedication to our mission. Now, according to the note I have sent out last month, we will go over each topic of interest together and discuss future plans to address all issues. Once again, the general outline is:
Geography of Beacon, History of Beacon - including information from our discussions with Dr. Solis -, Spirits and other Local Creatures, Planning for Expeditions and Projects, and..." an unhappy pause. He only included this topic because Masaomi would not come otherwise. "Discussion of ourselves and minor incidents between ourselves." This sounds too much like gossip for Minimus' taste.
"Now," he holds up his tablet full of notes, "Let us start from the top..."
location: Bonfire
date/time: March 4th, after Dr. Solis shows up
content: general meeting log, sharing information and plotting things
warnings: Feel free to threadjack threads. While ICly they will have an agenda, OOCly you can post topics at any time. Minimus will put up a meeting notes once this is over.
The notif goes out shortly after Dr. Solis makes contact: "Meeting postposed to tomorrow. 1500 hours, bonfire." Minimus arrives an hour early - the time he allows himself to go over his agenda twice, adjust his wording, and check the perimeter for any safety hazards. When the first people approach, he stands silently behind the fire, and the instant the time changes, he speaks. Anyone who is tardy must understand that actions have consequences.
"Good afternoon. I commend everyone in attendance for their dedication to our mission. Now, according to the note I have sent out last month, we will go over each topic of interest together and discuss future plans to address all issues. Once again, the general outline is:
Geography of Beacon, History of Beacon - including information from our discussions with Dr. Solis -, Spirits and other Local Creatures, Planning for Expeditions and Projects, and..." an unhappy pause. He only included this topic because Masaomi would not come otherwise. "Discussion of ourselves and minor incidents between ourselves." This sounds too much like gossip for Minimus' taste.
"Now," he holds up his tablet full of notes, "Let us start from the top..."
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Wait.
But they are of different species?
How does a human and mechanoid reproduce? Is a Galateion even mechanoid in the first place?
He looks up at Daylight. Minimus is certain that while some organic species can be larger than Ultra Magnus, humans are incredibly small.]
Er.
[Scorponok would have been ecstatic to hear that such a thing was possible. He would have the gall to question Daylight on the methodology, but Minimus is left to simmer in his own confusion.]
I see. [He hopes that the science behind his was entirely ethical and other protoforms were not harmed in efforts to create a hybrid.] I would see where the incompatibilities lie.
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it's a good thing he's not here then. that would only make day feel a lot more out of place with that out of the bag.day looks pretty uncomfortable now but he smiles, all the same. he's trying his best to remain confident and at ease with the conversation topic.
it could be worse, he tells himself. the reaction and all. it's nice that mr. ambus is only making a polite observation. ] Yeah. It's... It's a little weird, I know, but I'm here now. [ he raps his knuckles across his chassis for emphasis, humming in a supposedly careless fashion. ] Don't need to go into too much detail or anything about this, I think.
[ after spending decades, he found this the best way to politely go, 'and we can move on from the topic, right?' ]