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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.
Liege's temple OTA but more an example of Starscream chilling with all his best friends (party of 1)
It would have been hard to miss the fireworks what with the whole LOUD NOISES and BRIGHT COLOURS and PERMA-DUSK thing that was going on, but Starscream was content enough to watch them from afar. Liege's mountain temple allowed a
distantperfect view. Besides, he had no desire to mingle with the Autobots, the organic vermin they were so fond of, and the smaller constructs which tried to approach a Cybertronian's complexity, but fell woefully short. Also, it had taken him so long just to reach this stupid temple he wasn't going to walk all the way back down the damn mountain just to see what the commotion was all about. These fireworks weren't even that impressive; they couldn't hold a candle to what Cybertron could've produced in her Golden Age. Starscream was only watching them from this balcony he'd claimed becauseLiege's home decorating skills were terrifying, and he didn't really relish going back inside right nowhe was bored, and might as well take in the sights.It was
beautifulcold out here -- not cold enough to really hinder any of his systems -- but he still shivered, just on principle. Putting more weight on his arms, he leaned a little further over the railing. Then, after carefully looking both ways, he angled his wings wide, trying to catch a stray, weak updraft. Almost, but not far enough. Leaning out even further, centre of gravity who knows where, Starscream raised himself onto tiptoe, and then off his feet completely.The next burst of colour went off, and fireworks almost forgotten distracted as he was, Starscream startled, flailed, and nearly overbalanced. A liberal use of expletives was involved too.
((TL;DR: Starscream is a crotchety old loser. Happy belated Freedom Day.))