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audio: un: goodvibes
Hello! My name is Drift, and unfortunately, I'm more used to writing speeches than giving them. [ An agonizingly chipper voice comes through that might make you think of a substitute teacher trying too hard. ] Ordinarily, I avoid starting with negativity, especially in greeting, but this felt urgent. I apologize in advance if this is detrimental to anyone attempting to regain a more positive outlook after having gone through the ordeal that was our arrival.
It has come to my attention that the mess hall in the southeastern wing accommodates the specific needs of newcomers. Otherwise, fantastic news, but I'm compelled to warn everyone here now: If you come across any containers with a somewhat viscous or luminous quality that could be anything from purple, pink, orange, or green?
Do. Not. Drink. It.
Actually, you would be doing me a favor if you avoided touching it at all and contacted me immediately. In all likelihood, that's a container of Energon or a similar substance, and it is remarkably toxic to humans. I say 'remarkably' because the poor medical staff would only be able to remark on how quickly your internal organs coagulated into sludge after the first gulp.
It's perfectly safe if it's unopened, but to err on the side of caution, I'd ask it be removed by either myself or someone with experience in hazardous materials if you come across it.
[ Drift clears his 'throat' which sounds more like machinery venting overlaid with the sound of cough. ]
On a lighter note, I'd like to explore the possibility of scheduled team-building exercises. Making full use of the station's training and simulation rooms for more regimented practice and possible meditation for those who need it couldn't hurt.
It has come to my attention that the mess hall in the southeastern wing accommodates the specific needs of newcomers. Otherwise, fantastic news, but I'm compelled to warn everyone here now: If you come across any containers with a somewhat viscous or luminous quality that could be anything from purple, pink, orange, or green?
Do. Not. Drink. It.
Actually, you would be doing me a favor if you avoided touching it at all and contacted me immediately. In all likelihood, that's a container of Energon or a similar substance, and it is remarkably toxic to humans. I say 'remarkably' because the poor medical staff would only be able to remark on how quickly your internal organs coagulated into sludge after the first gulp.
It's perfectly safe if it's unopened, but to err on the side of caution, I'd ask it be removed by either myself or someone with experience in hazardous materials if you come across it.
[ Drift clears his 'throat' which sounds more like machinery venting overlaid with the sound of cough. ]
On a lighter note, I'd like to explore the possibility of scheduled team-building exercises. Making full use of the station's training and simulation rooms for more regimented practice and possible meditation for those who need it couldn't hurt.
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That's very true, your species carry a lot of negativity surrounding different religions which are as varied as you are.
In my case usually others just assume speedsters are...a little dim and credulous.
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That what you are? A speedster? What kinda vehicle do you change into?
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Well, my Earth vehicle mode has changed since I've been downsized. I'm a Toyota GR Supra heavily modified for drift racing.
Have to live up to the name, after all.
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Ahh, gotcha. Never been a fan of the smaller, foreign cars myself, I'm more of an...old school muscle car kinda guy, but I bet you're still sexy.
[ Cause cars are sexy. Duh. ]
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[ He makes the joke before he could stop himself ]
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Well, damn. Breakin' my heart, man.
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No offense, but I run more towards ambulances.
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I'm Dean, by the way. The other one calls me Nightmoves, you can too, I guess.
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Nightmoves, huh? The other one- ?
Wait, are you telling me Megatron gave you a nickname?
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[ flight with an ancient alien transformer? check that off the bucket list. ]
Kinda. He thought it was my actual name and he seemed way more comfortable using that than Dean, so. Guess I'm Nightmoves now.