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re_alignment_logs2012-11-05 07:17 pm
vandalization) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-11-05 07:17 pm
Entry tags:
- !event: glyphless,
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | kagerou,
- kingdom hearts | ventus,
- tf: beast wars | blackarachnia,
- tf: dreamwave | starscream (crau),
- tf: g1 | hot rod,
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | wing,
- tf: prime | bulkhead,
- tf: prime | dead end (occ),
- ✘ 9 | 4,
- ✘ ace attorney | kay faraday,
- ✘ dc comics (new earth) | selina kyle,
- ✘ dead space | vandal,
- ✘ ghost trick | sissel,
- ✘ marvel comics (616) | deadpool,
- ✘ singularity | nathaniel renko,
- ✘ tf: animated | cheetor,
- ✘ tf: animated | swindle,
- ✘ tf: bayverse | barricade (crau),
- ✘ tf: bayverse | mirage,
- ✘ tf: bayverse | shockwave/driller,
- ✘ tf: fall of cybertron | perceptor,
- ✘ tf: idw | starscream,
- ✘ tf: idw | ultra magnus,
- ✘ tf: prime | vehicon/fracas (occ),
- ✘ tf: prime | wheeljack
Meet and Greet and Everything Else
Who: Anyone near the Rec Center/Bar
Where: Haven's Hub and Rec Center
When: The first week of November
What: This is the general meet and greet for Glyphless as Wing and Drift invited everyone to the bar for some R&R, shelter, fuel and medical attention.
Warnings: None at the moment!
Tag in your own threads and tag anyone else you want to meet! Anyone is welcome, not just Glyphless.
Well it certainly is buzzing with activity, the new surge of glyphless wanderers has certainly made work, but it's not too gloom and doom. People are getting fed, and getting repairs if needed. And spirits seem decent if not a little tense for obvious reasons.
Where: Haven's Hub and Rec Center
When: The first week of November
What: This is the general meet and greet for Glyphless as Wing and Drift invited everyone to the bar for some R&R, shelter, fuel and medical attention.
Warnings: None at the moment!
Tag in your own threads and tag anyone else you want to meet! Anyone is welcome, not just Glyphless.
Well it certainly is buzzing with activity, the new surge of glyphless wanderers has certainly made work, but it's not too gloom and doom. People are getting fed, and getting repairs if needed. And spirits seem decent if not a little tense for obvious reasons.
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He's also making silent note of what kind of fighting capability those in attendance might have, assessing threat levels, both in the event of drunken brawls or if Vector's warning proved true. He hoped Drift was doing the same.
Even after all that Wing is doing his best to mingle and be sociable as well, despite looking more than a little worn out and rough around the edges (literally and figuratively). But his dutiful determination does not wane nor does his smile disappear, even if he lacks his usual vigor.
Later he returns looking much better, (thanks to an intervention by Vandal and Drift that occurs right here at the bar). Wing is rested and clean, newly buffed and oiled, his audial flares standing at crisp attention once again, not all crumpled like they'd been since the Calling. He's also in a far more chipper mood.
When he's not circulating and speaking to those in attendance, he can likely be seen hanging with Vandal or Drift, or sitting at the bar simply watching the flow of the crowd.
((OOC: Feel free to tag in reference to before or after the intervention, or leave it open.))
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"You look better than you did earlier."
This typical bluntness also carries with it the slightest eddy of concern. Times have been hard, even harder than they're used to, and he's aware of the kind of toll it takes after a few million years of hard war. It seems like there's hardly any time for breaks.
"How are you holding up?"
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"Better, yes. Thankfully." He smiles. "It's just been one thing after another. I, uh, needed to be reminded to take better care." He looks a little sheepish that he let it get as bad as it did, but thankful there were those who cared enough to push through his stubbornness.
"Seems like things may continue to be interesting for a while." It's a loaded comment, one he's pretty sure his fellow Law Committee member will catch the meaning of.
Post-Intervention
"Well someone looks less like he's gone a round with a grinder. I wonder who it could possibly be?"
Pause.
"It's you, by the way. Not sure how good you are with jokes yet."
Don't blame him. It's Drift. Drift has poisoned him against the idea that mechs with SO MANY angles actually understand humor.
Post-Intervention
Wing laughs as he settles onto the stool, his wing panels shifting out of the way, happy to be able to actually enjoy this party now. "It was pretty bad wasn't it? I'm lucky I have good people who look after me even when I'm being stubborn."
"And please, anything that promotes laughter is something we need more of. What are you serving by the way?"
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"Aren't we all?" In a way. Swerve hasn't had someone looking out for him for some time. Mostly it was just someone looking over his shoulder trying to see if he's done with whatever he was doing. Alloys, writing formulas, etc. Which, by the way, is such a rude thing to do.
"Don't you mean what am I swerving?"
Don't look at him like that, Wing. It was the perfect opportunity and the perfect pun.
weeeeeeeeps
"I could hope." He grins. "I try to look after everyone to an extent. Though it's getting to be a pretty big job these days." Wing is just like that, he's a caretaker type. If people need him, he's there.
There's a blank moment because Wing doesn't realize what a setup that was, so when it pays off it takes him a second. But it leads him to a burst of laughter and a hand brushed over his face.
"Nice. Is that a stylistic thing? You have so much barkeep mojo that you need a special way to describe it?"
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"Probably doesn't help that a shipload of people arrived recently. Most of 'em without glyphs. Crazy suspicious. We get a list of people staying, or what? I don't mind pulling double duty to look over 'em."
And drink more, but that really is a given by this point. At least he isn't drinking on the clock though. The clock that doesn't exist.
"Hah! Not really. Just can't resist a good joke setup, unintentional or not."
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"No..." A chuff of laughter, "It really doesn't. And it is certainly odd yes. I am compiling a list, but perhaps you could double check it as you see people come and go. It'd be a big help if you would, I'll see if I can get you some help too."
He removes his datapad from storage, containing all the designations and holoimages of the individuals he's cataloged so far.
Speaking of drinking...
"And you shouldn't, the more laughter the better in times like these. So aside from jokes, what are you offering by way of drinks?"
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"Oooooh, datapad!" Swerve wiggles his fingers in the general direction of the device. He hasn't really had the opportunity to get his hands on one, or even how to begin getting one. Unless they're on the top shelf he can't reach.
"I can probably add 'Keeping Track of Mechs' to my list of things to do, yeah? I know most of the ones that arrived, I think. Well, I know Tailgate and Rodimus. So far. As for drinks..."
He laces his fingers together together behind his back and rocks back and forth on his heels, head tilted up in thought. When he shrugs, it's with the entirety of both arms.
"Guess that depends on what anyone wants me to make. Figure I'd build up a list of popularly asked for drinks before getting into the more, ah, experimental stuff."
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Wing is both surprised and pleased at Swerve's reaction. The datapad has obviously seen better days, it's a bit scratched up front and back and has few dead pixels, but it otherwise serviced and had tremendous storage capacity.
"They're not exactly easy to come by are they? I actually found this one in the Junk Pile with most of the Wreckers: Declassified on it." He picks it up, makes a few adjustments which are totally NOT encrypting and password locking certain personal files, then pushes it Swerve's way. "I can leave it here at the bar for a while and if you come across anyone not on the list you can always add them. Is that easy enough?"
Well when you're a minobot he supposes you have to make up for the emphasis that comes with size by using your whole body. Makes sense.
"That sounds like a good plan. Then you'll know what to ask Nexus for in terms of variety yes?"
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"Not really. At least, I couldn't find one. I've pretty much got all of Wreckers: Declassified stored in my head though," he states it a bit casually, as if keeping something like that around is normal. There was a point where he was going to just delete them all, but they're nice to go over when he's got nothing to do, and he couldn't really bring himself to do it after the incident with Skyfall and Ironfist.
"I don't know, Wing. Are you sure I can operate this without an older mech standing next to me? Don't worry about it, I've got this, and I'll know exactly what to ask Nexus for after today. Just a matter of haggling is all. I've gotta help him with some of his experiments."
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Being the sneaky little character he is, Four gets all the way to the shoulder before he decides to make his presence known. Wing might hear a clicking noise strangely close to the right side of his head, should he glance over he'll spot the little robot mountaineer.
Hi Wing!
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The clicking noise so close to his audio is hard to miss, in fact he thinks it sounds a little like that noise Four's eyes make. Wing's audial flares twitch to catch the sound and he turns his head, gold optics sliding over to peer at Four.
"Well hello there! Four, you came to the party too, excellent! Are you enjoying yourself?"
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Less than he'd hoped, however, and fewer still who trusted him.
This was not a surprise.
As much as it was frustrating, it was not a surprise. Given his future, he knew it would not be easy to convince any non-Decepticons of his intentions...which was ironic, as this was the first time he'd found himself without ulterior motives.
He didn't have time for ulterior motives.
He didn't want to be here.
Even Axiom would have been preferable. Axiom, where he'd had a base of operations and an income and plenty of supplies. His hatred of the Firstforged did not yet match his hatred of the Transtechs, but at least in Axiom he'd known mechs that he could count on.
He'd had mechs who had been...friends.
Perhaps.
And perhaps that was why he found himself drifting towards the flash of white right now, the golden smile, the gleaming armor. It was familiar to him, as Starscream had been. It reminded him of promises he'd made and speeches he'd prepared.
Ideals.
Touching Wing lightly on one of his shoulder pinions to alert the smaller jet to his presence, Megatron occupied the space beside him at the bar. "Piece of raw energon ore for your thoughts?" He asked, curious what Wing was watching for.
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It's thankful that Wing is a master of his own space, drawing awareness from his own field when needed. It's one of the reasons he could have a frame like that one he does and not be a hazard to those around him. So Wing's not startled when the touch lands on his pinion, feeling it coming the moment before.
He looks up at Megatron, his expression companionable. Wing would rather be that than anything else, with all people, and this one mech should be no exception.
Even if he has to keep reminding himself of it.
"I have many." Which was true, his thoughts have strayed in many directions while watching the flow of people through the bar. "But in this given moment? I'm marveling at the diversity of the people here."
He tilts his head, "And you?"