Meet and Greet and Everything Else

[vandalization]

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.

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MEDICAL HELP

[vandalization]

Vandal is bustling around the bar and rec center tending to anyone who needs repairs. It's certainly keeping her on her toes, but she does find time in between to chat and relax.

She doesn't mind it, especially when she's so close to the biggest supply of booze on the planet. Sure maybe she should keep that under control while she's working, but it keeps her relaxed and able to cope with her hallucinations, so hey. Don't judge.

She has a little rest area in the corner of the bar, makeshift so that she can work on patients who need more in-depth repairs.

hope this is okay?

[sword_redemption]

"Can I get you anything?" He resists the urge--barely--to call her Bumpers, simply because he doesn't doubt that she'd tickle him. Right here in public.

He drops his voice, angling so no one can hear him but her. "Still up for, uh, helping me with Wing?"

[cerebroshellshocked]

Ironfist edges into the Rec Center, simply to be around others. The Junk Pile was just lonely. He'd gotten used to the regular bustle of Kimia, and even the chaos of the Wreckers. He just wanted to be around others, even if just to watch. So he'll find a ration of fuel, and sit down at a table, and try not to imagine the last table he'd sat at, carving 'Wreck and Rule' into its surface as though he was making himself a Wrecker.

[happyduckbutt]

     There were a whole lot of new faces lately (well, there were still plenty of new faces to him in general), but having a bunch gather in one place made things easier for Ventus. Or so he thought.

     The boy still had to wonder if he'd ever get used to how big everything was, and this would be the first time he'd be around so many robots at once. He tried to keep to the side to avoid getting stepped on, edging along near one of the tables.

[forcowardice]

Wherever Krok tells them, they're going to be. If they're here or in the junkpile or whatever. And really? Even if Fulcrum had the backbone for it, he wouldn't say no. Frankly, he can't help but be curious about this whole aspect of a new Cybertron and what possibilities could arise. Granted, it's not what he was hoping for, as far as things go, but it's not awful.

He's alive, so what's the harm?

For now, the K-Class Decepticon is sitting himself up at the bar, peering into his cube of energon. He hasn't had a good cube in... in ages, and he almost doesn't know what to do with himself.

No. Wait. He can make this better.

Slowly, Fulcrum puts a twisty straw into the cube.

...Hey, might as well go all the way.

[4_toteachus]

Hey Fulcrum... there was something peeking out at you from behind your glass. A little seven-inch something.

Four was delighted with all these new robots, and no one had tried to step on him so far! That was always a good sign. Hmm, the robot didn't seem to have spotted him yet, so now was obviously a good time to see what was inside the giant cube. Yes he knew it was energon, but he had never really seen it up close before.

The tiny stitchpunk scaled the fingers until he grasped the edge of the cube. From his perspective, it was like peering into a glowing pool that was fathoms deep. Fascinating!

[young_upstart]

     His efforts to make a list of whoever arrived recently without one of those arm marks had been quickly abandoned- or rather forgotten. For the record, at least he'd gotten one and a half names.

     Ultra Magnus probably wouldn't approve if he just said 'a lot,' which would still be exactly the case. Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about Hot Rod poking around in the prison building. The young Autobot had plenty to poke around over here. He couldn't help but be anxious about trying to figure out just what was going on, though.

[ex_dishonestly997]

Whoa, hold up.

That there? That is a frame he recognizes that brings back a lot of memories. It's like meeting someone from high school at a reunion and finding out they still have that afro.

Starscream sidled a little closer. Just a little. Risking a possible Incident if this Hot Rod's fresh off the battlefield and remembers him and oh boy he's probably going to be recognizable in return, right? Unless he's from the bizarre gray-stripperbot universe or the... pink universe.

But he couldn't not risk it.

"Hot Rod."

He did his best not to sound confrontational, thought for a beat and decided to underline it with a line that definitely would not be confrontation-worthy.

"Buy you a drink?"

There, now it just sounded weird. Definite improvement.

[chieftain]

Sitting outside the building is a huge mech, the black plated mech is around 60 feet tall. His right shoulder seems at least set back together. He seems affable enough and quiet interested in watching people coming and going and even looking in on those inside.

Every now and again he offers small greetings, but for the most part he watches quietly.

[thxforthememories]

Bigger robots weren't something unusual by now. He was, in comparison to the aliens, small. A strange thing to get used to, considering back home, he'd been built on the taller side.

But this one is... big. Even by the alien standards. So it's no wonder that he stops, as he approaches the area, staring upward.

Well then.

[thxforthememories]

So... everyone seemed to be drinking. Not a lot, but, the concept still seemed... awkward at best. Which was something, considering how the ninja-bot was used to refueling. They couldn't all be that starved. It didn't make sense.

Unsurprisingly, the concept of drinking for fun and relaxation was something else that managed to escape Kagerou's understanding. Maybe coming here hadn't been a good idea. But he'd thought maybe, just maybe, it might make things feel better again.

So he hovered at the bar. Not ordering, not speaking. Just acting for all the world like a sentient piece of furniture in his indecision.

/swoop /tackle /hug

[winged_knight]

Wing is definitely looking worse for the wear but when he spots Kagerou he instantly brightens. He's lost so many important people of late, to regain one is a boon beyond imagining.

"Kagerou! I'm glad you could be here!" The other mech gets a few moments notice before Wing tries to pull him into a hug.

[sciencetank]

Ladybots and gentlemechs, there is a tank roaming your festivities.

Perceptor isn't the sort to enjoy a party. He doesn't even drink. After all, it was a waste of energon, back where he came from. No, he's here on a mission. To assess those lacking in glyphs, to determine just how much of a threat they may be, should the FirstForged's paranoia turn out to be true...

... of course, most of it is purely observational data, and, for the most part, he's distracted by differences in framework and the like. He also sports a box of tools and repair equipment, braced up on one massive shoulder.

Another medic, on the prowl, as it were.

[ex_dishonestly997]

"You look like a mech on a mission."

This from lowly over his shoulder, because this Perceptor is one he's actually legitimately a little concerned about. A formidable looking alt with the Perceptor's intellect that he knows is trouble - he was glad to see the other one off on the Lost Light, that's for sure.

"And I'd ask if you feel like sharing, but I think it might get me further if I offer to help."

[gditsaejima]

And in the midst of it all... a human.

Given what he'd heard since his arrival, he wasn't exactly in what one would consider to be a "party mood". Two missing or dead -- and he hadn't been here to pick them up again. Not that it had been in his power to do so. Still didn't feel good.

But... there was alcohol, of all things. On an alien world. Might as well take advantage. Especially since his highest priority had been seen to -- put the robots back into working order.

Definitely time for a drink.

[cpt_timeruiner]

"You seem like you've seen better days, if you don't mind my saying."

Humans are fewer and more far-between that Renko would have anticipated on a world - even a word that belongs to alien robots. He might as well make an effort to get acquainted with as many of them as he can possibly manage. Besides, it always helps to have someone he could call for an assist.

And this particular man looks like he could use some company.

[thelastprime]

Rule #1 of a Prime. They don't party. In fact, Optimus would much rather be anywhere other than here right now. But the idea that this was where all the Glyphless--which included himself--were showing up, he figured he should see just how odd of a situation it was, and possibly talk to the ones with glyphs for an even more possible answer.

Despite being one of the larger of the bots, he keeps mainly to himself in the corner, not even touching any of the energon that was given. The others seemed to deserve it more than him, and he'd rather not intoxicate himself.

What a party animal guys. Just look at him.

[namesnotprowl]

What's this? Optimus Prime being a wallflower? Must be Tuesday Barricade should not let this stand! Even if he's not quite certain that this is the Optimus he knew from Sing.

He doesn't seem bothered by the fact that Optimus is incredibly tall compared to him, walking up to him like it ain't no thang.

"Don't tell me you're just gonna hide in a corner the whole night."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

You know, the idea of high-grade sounded pretty good right now. When you somehow recover from death--yeah, try explaining that one--you're pretty much talking nonsense anyway. Might as well be high off your rocker for the finishing touch.

And maybe, if logic sounded, he would regain memory of the event that caused it. High grade was funny sometimes.

[thehardway]

"Wheeljack. I presumed after what you said, you would be more adverse to high-grade at the moment."

It's not meant to come out as a lecture, but force of habit; nearly everything Ultra Magnus has to say can come out as one, after all. In the case of Wheeljack, though, it is unpleasantly complicated for him.

Magnus still isn't sure what to make of the fact that all the dead bodies he dragged back are starting to come back. With no memory, to boot.

How is he supposed to treat that?

[breakthrough]

Cylas was mostly here for observation, he knew he would never have a chance to watch a group of robots interact again. There were those who knew what he was, and that could mean several unfortunate things for him. However, he was confident enough in his own skills that being amongst titans didn't overly bother him.

Though it'd be generous to refer to him as being "amongst" them when he was lurking in the shadows. His abnormal optics scanned the room, jumping from mech to mech as he tried to gouge their behaviours just by looking. He supposed that he would have to talk to one eventually, but for now he'll just enjoy this one calm moment.

[neverputincharge]

Bulkhead noticed him. It's hard to miss the guy who looks like Breakdown if he was spit out by a car crusher. He watches him a while, seeing what he's doing.

But he's eventually going to approach, doing his best to hide his limp. Cylas, this was the guy who took Bee's t-cog, and kidnapped Breakdown. The man was capable of anything.

"Lookin' for your next victim?" There's no surprise that he's suspicious.

[littlecrowgirl]

It took some convincing from other citizens, but Kay finally managed worked up the courage to come to the party. Sure, she was still scared, but Ultra Magnus had taken care of Overlord, hadn't he? What was there to be afraid of? With that in mind, she bounds in to the party, getting her first real look at the Hub.

It was...the atmosphere captured her interest so much. The lights in the bar bounced off her green eyes, and she kept turning in circles as she looked around. This place had the feel of complete peace in it. Where bots and humans could just...hang out. Whoever thought of that deserved a medal. She had no idea who, but she'd make a medal for them.

Maybe she could...snag a drink or two. Shhh.

[copperkitty]

Hey Cheetor won't tell if you won't tell.

In an effort to get her mind off of things, Cheetor was one of the citizens who decided it would be a good idea for Kay to be here. Why not? It wasn't as if anything bad could happen right? Besides, he was glad to get the chance to spend some time with her. Having an organic friend was kinda fun in a way.

"Wow, this place is jumping!"

Kay wasn't the only one impressed by the inside. Cheetor stood beside her with his hands on his hips. Definitely a swanky place, Cheetor was sorry he hadn't thought to come here earlier.

[youdiedagain]

Sissel attended the party, but he couldn't really guess what to do. He just kind of stood in the corner, hands in his pockets as he watched everyone else socialize. He had his ghost vision activated...and quietly observed. It seemed normal, cores for things like a glass, the tap...but some of the residents now had cores that he hadn't noticed before. For example...the white mech with red detailing, the green robot with the large wings...they had cores.

Had they always had those?

He'd have to take a look into that at some point. A hand fiddles with his tie, becoming nothing but a statue, staying out of the way.

[perfavore]

Mirage actually hadn't planned to attend the party. He was...already there. He'd stopped at the Hub for a drink and noticed the decorations, perking an 'eyebrow' at them as he sat down at the bar.

Why is it that he always seemed to happen upon parties, instead of planning to go to them? Not that he wouldn't participate in it, just a weird sort of pattern of occurrences.

You can find the red bot at the bar, sipping Energon. Peasants.

[aerospacecommander]

Well, well, Mirage wouldn't be alone at the bar for long as the seeker stomped up looking rather annoyed (as usual). Gatherings like these were so irritating, he didn't know why he bothered to check it out.

That's not true, he knew why but he still wasn't sure why.

Somehow that all made sense in his head.

But truth be told, Starscream was rather nosy about certain things. He did not like to be out of the loop. However, he also didn't like being around the mindless chatter. In a sense he was sort of torn about it all.

Near the bar, next to the red, strange looking mech seemed like the safest place to stand and glare at everyone.

"Maybe if I'm lucky a wall will collapse on someone," he was quite aware that he spoke out loud, but he also did not care.

[thehardway]

An open invitation to everyone, especially glyphless, where there's a bar? That's just begging for trouble. Really, he's surprised no one's taken precautions to this.

So, very well. Ultra Magnus is here not to refuel or anything of the like, but mostly to make sure there's no trouble to be had.

Especially Rodimus, if he decides to show. He probably will.

[sciencetank]

"Commander."

Don't mind the tank appearing behind you, Magnus. Tanks... shouldn't be able to do that, but there you go. He wordlessly holds out a spare datapad, on which he's accumulated his observations of Glyphless frames so far.

"A party is honestly the last place I expected to lay optics on you."

[4_toteachus]

When at the bar, be careful when you set down your drinks, because Four was happily wandering from one end of the counter to the other. There was so much to see! So much to catalogue! It was all very exciting seeing so many robots in one place. Having lost most of his fear for these metal giants, Four was perfectly happy to climb on and inspect anyone who was foolish enough to let a seven-inch-tall stitchpunk on them.

Better watch your energon, he may be trying to scale your glass to have a peek at the stuff up close. Don't think he can't or won't.

[youdiedagain]

There's a little mouse scurrying along the tables...Funny. He didn't peg this place as something to have wildlife, although there was that dog thing a blue robot found. Maybe he just needed to get a closer look. From his corner, Sissel walks over, watching Four inspect everything.

My you're a busy little bee.

Probably the size of a bee too.

"Huh..."

He bends over slightly, taking a closer look at Four. This thing...it had a core...

[youhavebeenswindled]

Oh hey it's this guy. Wonder where he's been.

Swindle was delighted, of course, to speak and interact with newcomers. There was something about these new ones that interested in particular, though he couldn't put a finger on why. Oh well, maybe if he chatted a few up he'd get some answers! Maybe if he was lucky he'd get some new customers too, he was running dry on those.

Naturally he was going to try some of that high-grade. No point in being there if he couldn't enjoy himself right?

[chatterbot]

Up to something, no doubt.

Swerve isn't exactly on the up and ups about Swindle, even in his own universe. All he knows is that the mech lives up to his name, and Magnus has a major beef with him. This version actually makes him do a double take. There are a few notable differences, but the overall design is pretty similar.

"Swindle? Does Magnus know you're here? Well, he probably does, so forget it. What'll ya have?"

[copperkitty]

NICE place! Like seriously!

Cheetor couldn't wait to have a look around, and maybe try to sneak in some high-grade before someone took it away from him. Not that that'd happen of course... he was an adult. Really.

Oh yeah, he supposed he should help keep the peace too...

He can do both right?

[sword_redemption]

Drift nods at the other mech. It was good to see him, as in, in the metal.

"Feeling better?"

[winged_knight]

Wing has been keeping busy--it never seems to end--talking the names of those that arrived and inquiring about their survival needs: fuel/food type, if they needed bunk space and the like.

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.))

[ex_dishonestly997]

Starscream saunters over to Wing when it looks like he has a free moment, leaning against the bar and peering at him.

"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?"

[neverputincharge]

It wasn't easy, but Bulkhead's made it to the meet and greet. The chance to get out of the temple, plus all you can drink fuel? It was too good to pass up. The big green bot's found himself a spot in the bar to relax. Optics watching those that come and go, curious of who all is glyphless and who isn't. He might try some of the energon going around too.

He needed to meet new people, and face to face is the best way to do it. When he does meet, though, it might be noted that he still limps significantly, especially on his right side. He's trying not to let it deter him though.

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

Miko had come to the party too, thinking that some time around a lot of people would settle her emotional upheaval down. It wasn't working the way she had hoped but she was keeping her emotions hidden better then if she were alone or only around Bulkhead. She made her way over to the big guy, walking along the bar so that he didn't have to look down to her on the floor.

"Hey Bulk, how are doing?" She asked.

[treacherous_widow]

A certain black widow spider happens to be scurrying around in the shadows and observing everything around her. Well this is just Prime. From what she can see most of the bots around here are several times her size.

That could be a problem. Well, it just meant this dark damsel needed to be careful about who she dealt with. Now to see if there was anyone interesting in this strange crowd. Maybe she'll find a few answers to her questions somewhere around this joint.

[catwoman]

A certain thief had been sneaking around trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. She really hated how unprepared the giant robot city made her. She had no contacts no resources! All the super-cool gadgets were too big.

Sure it was an adventure and she might get something out of it in the long run ... but if she didn't find a method of quick travel none of that was going to matter.

Because man it was hard to get around.

It was also hard to sneak around through buildings without the proper equipment. (Where was Batman and his grappling hook when she needed him?)

Which is why it only came as half of a shock when she lost her grip and toppled right out in the open. But she totally wasn't anything out of the ordinary wearing a skin-tight purple catsuit and all.

"Oops. Er ... aha. Despite the outfit I am not the hired entertainment." She would make that perfectly clear to anyone who was nearby. "Though I admit to be into some kinky things, but I'm not quite sure about all of this ..."

[treacherous_widow]

Blackarachnia had been watching the purple suited organic the moment she stepped into the room. As a spider, it was hard to really get much pass her especially when something was creeping through the shadows like she was.

If anything, it just made her curious about the strangely dressed human.

"You were doing better before you opened your mouth."

[heroicpose]

Rodimus liked to make an entrance.

That probably had something to do with all his confidence and just how full of himself he was, but truthfully it came with the knowledge that Optimus Prime -- Orion Pax -- had always found a way to awe the crowd when he entered a room. His very presence caused mechs to turn their head, just to try and grab a glimpse of the Prime.

Naturally, Rodimus wanted to be like that.

His step had a swagger and he instantly made himself at home at the Rec center. By at home, he already had himself a cube and had claimed a spot that put himself at a vantage point. He wanted to be seen, but also he wanted to see who else was there.

He wasn't stupid. He knew well enough that something was going on.

[vandalization]

Vandal is on break currently, taking some time to replenish herself to a pleasant numbing buzz via drink of choice.

And this guy- she couldn't miss him a mile away. Bright colors. Really flashy.

"Hey," She always has to raise her voice, when speaking from below. She's pretty good at dodging footfalls by now and mechs try to be careful, bless their sparks, they try, not to step on her. She darts between legs and chairs auntil she stands near his ankle.

"Good to see you came."

[dinnerdate]

Wings droop as the neon sports car creeps into building, doing his very best to not be noticed by anyone. He's pretty good at it when he tries, but with so many bots around and his luck. Well, he's not hoping for the best. Of course he never hopes for the best.

Big gatherings and social parties or whatever they may be, aren't really something he's used to going to these days. Not since the war, and not since he'd been infected with Dark Energon. That had just crushed any desire of his to be social, to be chatty. But there was fuel, wouldn't be much use to him in the long run, not what could sustain him. But hiding in the back of a large crowd and figuring out who might make a good target later on?

All those power cores. Most of the bots around looked delicious.

Quietly Dead End finds the loneliest and darkest corner to occupy. Curl up in like it's the only place he'll survive in such a hostile situation.

[youdiedagain]

Now that...that was a very colourful robot. Sissel even has to peek over his sunglasses to see if mayb-no, those colours are even more vibrant. Sunglasses back on. Still, with a paint job like that, it was hard to see why he was edging himself off in a corner.

Normally those guys are...the 'life' of the conversation.


haha dead joke.


Okay, he'll work up the courage to walk over, hands stuffed in his pockets as he looks up. He doesn't try to seem too upfront, but just casually trying to slip in some conversation.

"Pretty crowded place."

[noparachutes]

It's not like Shockwave to go out to large gatherings however he would be lying if he said current events and people had not interested him. Those without glyphs showing up, he had to say the scientific part of him had been drawn in...

Despite the amount of Autobots he couldn't kill being around. Didn't mean he couldn't make threats should any of them get in his way, or simply irritate him.

But they weren't the focus for this. This was simply a time to study, keep his optic on anything that could prove useful later on, or simply reveal something interesting.

If he can't assassinate, he'll have to SCIENCE!

[perfavore]

Irritation set to full. Mirage sees you over there, Shockwave, and don't mind if he casually just...keeps an eye on you. No pun intended. But the fact that you're here where considerable amounts of Autobots are...

Let's just say you don't have the best track record with that.

Those wings twitch idly, like an insect on alert as he takes a sip from his energon cube.