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re_alignment_logs2012-07-04 06:12 pm
engrishdetective) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-04 06:12 pm
INDEPENDENCE DAY | open log
WHO: Gunmax & OPEN AS HELL
WHERE: The Haven area -- a clearing's been picked out.
WHEN JULY FOURTH AWWWW YEAHHH AMERICA.
WHAT: Gunmax has stated that there will be FIREWORKS. So here is the place to celebrate the fireworks going off! Completely open and anyone is welcome. Chances are the Brave Police will frown upon any scuffles between 'Con and 'Bot, so if something comes up, they will probably escort your afts. This is an opportunity to socialize a bit the best you canBEFORE THE IMPENDING ATTACK.
NOTES: For those that Gunmax promised to pick up on his motorcycle, assume that he already has, for your own convenience!
WARNINGS: AMERICAAAA.
Granted, he knows. He gets it, the Brave Police are in a bad situation because this place is all about the freaking Cybertronians, so they don't really have much fuel to pass around in order to be comfortable.
Heck, at this moment, they're barely scraping by.
Usually, the cheering up portion is left up to Yuuta and on a normal basis, he'd probably just watch fireworks on a TV and call it good because no one in Japan really gives a damn about American customs. That's fine, whatever. But then there's the lack of Yuuta and he knows how that's affecting Deckerd and this entire place is a mess, so Gunmax feels like he needs to do. Something. For all of them.
This isn't normally his place to do that sort of thing, but Deckerd's long since earned his trust and friendship and so has McCrane.
It's why asking for a thing like fireworks isn't an easy choice -- they do have important things to do -- and making this next decision is even harder.
Gunmax parks the motorcycle and steps off. Almost affectionately, he pats the seat before crouching down.
"Sorry girl," he says with a sigh. "Just some of your gas, all right? It means I can't take you out as often as I'd like, so don't get too lonely."
He pops open Gunbike's gas tank and starts to drain some of the gas into one of his containers.
"Thanks for understanding," he muses to the bike, eventually closing off the tank when he's satisfied. The motorcycle isn't empty, but he'll have to be even more stingy than usual in using her.
Poor thing.
He gives the bike one more pat before he heads out a bit further into the clearing.
Time to start the show, he thinks.
WHERE: The Haven area -- a clearing's been picked out.
WHEN JULY FOURTH AWWWW YEAHHH AMERICA.
WHAT: Gunmax has stated that there will be FIREWORKS. So here is the place to celebrate the fireworks going off! Completely open and anyone is welcome. Chances are the Brave Police will frown upon any scuffles between 'Con and 'Bot, so if something comes up, they will probably escort your afts. This is an opportunity to socialize a bit the best you can
NOTES: For those that Gunmax promised to pick up on his motorcycle, assume that he already has, for your own convenience!
WARNINGS: AMERICAAAA.
Granted, he knows. He gets it, the Brave Police are in a bad situation because this place is all about the freaking Cybertronians, so they don't really have much fuel to pass around in order to be comfortable.
Heck, at this moment, they're barely scraping by.
Usually, the cheering up portion is left up to Yuuta and on a normal basis, he'd probably just watch fireworks on a TV and call it good because no one in Japan really gives a damn about American customs. That's fine, whatever. But then there's the lack of Yuuta and he knows how that's affecting Deckerd and this entire place is a mess, so Gunmax feels like he needs to do. Something. For all of them.
This isn't normally his place to do that sort of thing, but Deckerd's long since earned his trust and friendship and so has McCrane.
It's why asking for a thing like fireworks isn't an easy choice -- they do have important things to do -- and making this next decision is even harder.
Gunmax parks the motorcycle and steps off. Almost affectionately, he pats the seat before crouching down.
"Sorry girl," he says with a sigh. "Just some of your gas, all right? It means I can't take you out as often as I'd like, so don't get too lonely."
He pops open Gunbike's gas tank and starts to drain some of the gas into one of his containers.
"Thanks for understanding," he muses to the bike, eventually closing off the tank when he's satisfied. The motorcycle isn't empty, but he'll have to be even more stingy than usual in using her.
Poor thing.
He gives the bike one more pat before he heads out a bit further into the clearing.
Time to start the show, he thinks.
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He'll leave that to Duke. He doesn't say it aloud, but Duke is rather broody. Not in a bad way, it's just how he is. Deckerd likes him too much to think ill of him for it.
"Got it." He tries, bless him. But after chewing on that awkwardly, he'll leave the English to Gunmax.
"Alright, you don't need any help?"
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Gunmax shakes his head. "I'm good. I just need to make sure it's set up okay. I've already more or less got everything ready. I just want you to sit there and enjoy the show, partner."
Frankly, the more he can get McCrane and Deckerd to simmer down, the better.