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[atjackisback]

[Awkward turtle is awkward as the video feed came up. Raiden wasn't used to anything he did being broadcast actually turning out to be a positive thing. He was also fidgeting, passing something that looked awfully like a slightly glowy blue hockey puck from hand to hand.]

Uh. Hi.

I could use a favor from, uh, somebody sciencey I guess. Flying roomba over there couldn't help me. I don't mind a trade, but none of that owe-you-one-later BS, thanks.

[He scratched the back of his head a little, making his hair stick up in all directions.]

If that's not your thing... is there anything to actually do around this place?

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Hi to you, too.

[It may be moderately impolite, but Sam can't quite be arsed to conceal the curiousity with which she peers at the feed---initially. After a moment, she makes an effort to move on and actually address the rest of what the cyborg guy said.]

If you're looking for somebody sciencey, you should talk to Wheeljack---he's the city's Chief Engineer. Seems like a good guy? Also the one responsible for the roombas.

[atjackisback]

Wheeljack... got it. Hope he has a number.

[All right maybe Raiden preened a little at the curiosity. What this body was awesome.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[She's seen similar stuff, but only in scifi stories. Knowing that there's a real person on the other end of the connection makes the apparatus not only interesting, but exceptionally interesting.]

I can go one better and give you directions. I've mostly been exploring---or in the Warehouse---since I arrived, so I haven't really looked into other activities yet... but I've kind of considered getting a group together to curl sometime. Tis the season.

[Although she'd sounded almost amused, her next comment came quieter.]

On Earth, anyway.

[atjackisback]

Directions is even better.

Hey, maybe I could look you up after I get this problem worked out, uhh?

[Names. Names were a good thing.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Just gimme one sec...

[And she'll send over a directions document, glad---again---to have it on-hand, and glad Wheeljack doesn't seem the sort to mind her pointing (now multiple) people his way.]

Sam, and sure. And you are...?

[Please supply something. 'Murphy' has fallen into her mental autofill, and it's probably not a good guess.]

[atjackisback]

Thanks.

[He'd have to figure out how to download that to his map system, but that could way.]

Raiden. Nice to meet you.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Nice to meet you too, man. Mind me asking where you're from?

[atjackisback]

Nowhere special. Earth. I travel a lot.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Ever up to the Northwest Territories? [She offers a little shrug, and a soft snort that's half laugh] I know the odds, but I gotta ask.

[atjackisback]

Years ago. Spent some time in the wilderness out there.

Small world.

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Compared to this world, it most definitely is.

[It's nice to know, though.]

You probably want to get going, since you now have somewhere to start. Any other questions I can try to answer before you do?

[atjackisback]

Not that I can think of. I'll look up this Wheeljack guy.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Besta luck, then. Don't be a stranger.

[atjackisback]

Heh.. don't plan on it!