re_alignment_logs | What's December Without Christmas Eve? [Tree Decorating: OPEN]

What's December Without Christmas Eve? [Tree Decorating: OPEN]

WHO: Anyone and Everyone!
WHERE: Around various parts of Haven
WHEN: From now until what counts as 'New Years' for Cybertron (New Years Day for us?)
WHAT: Tree Decorating!
WARNINGS: Infinite cute and maybe tree eating

Well, Kay and Elita had done it. It took awhile, and surprisingly, all in one night, but they'd been able to grab branches from the large crystal trees that the pink robot had grown, and placed them all around Haven. Where, specifically? Outside the temples! Really, surprised no one noticed it. But to those who walk out of the them, they'll now notice a tree on either their right or left, empty, glittering, and with a note.

What could this mean? What's this? There's trees everywhere! What's this? And depending on what your alignment is/where you live, you'll get a different tree.

(ooc: I'll be putting comments up for each quadrant's tree. Comment under whichever one you'd like to react to/decorate/chat with people under. It's a huge mingle thread! Also, don't forget to put your tag in the log!

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Smokescreen had sort of been avoiding everyone a bit since his talks with various individuals by the lake. He'd just been wandering about Haven, thinking and giving himself time to pull himself together. He had teammates counting on him to keep himself together and while the loss of Optimus had hit him hard, he couldn't let it ruin him forever.

As he finally made his way back to Alpha Trion's temple, he paused as he spotted the tree-archway, the rookie pausing as he stared up at it. His gaze fell on the note, optics flickering a bit as he recognized this sort of thing from the stuff he'd learned about Earth.

He couldn't help but grin a bit, reaching up and out to touch a part of the tree.

"38."

A small voice seemed to pipe up from behind him. She'd never seen this robot before...but, she kinda wished she had. He was REALLY pretty, after all. The white and the blue looked really nice together in her opinion, and robots with wings kind of had her at a weakness.

It's just the 38 that's got her.

Doorwings flicked slightly as Smokescreen startled some, jerking his hand away from the archway to turn and look...down at the human. He didn't recognize her either but that didn't stop him from offering a grin, lifting a hand to give her a mock salute.

"Call it my new lucky number," he mused, kneeling down to put himself a bit closer to the girl. "Name's Smokescreen."

When Smokescreen gives her a salute, it seems only fair to give one in return.

"Mr. Lucky 38." It had a nice ring to it, now that she thought about it. But when hearing his new name, she giggles. "Smokescreen, huh? Do you make smoke or something? Where does it come out of?"

She certainly hoped it wasn't his mouth. That'll get you robot lung cancer.

"Mr. Lucky 38. I like that. Has a nice ring to it," Smokescreen mused, grinning at her before he snickered. "No, no smoke here. It's just a name. Though that would be a nifty trick and a great way to distract others."

Note to self: look into that.

"So. Do I get to learn your name or do I need to make something up?"

She can't help but giggle as he muses over that, walking around him to really get a good look at him. "You'd be like a superhero with a weapon of choice! Although smoke is mainly used by ninjas."

Are you a ninja, Smokescreen?

Oh. Oh right! Her name.

"I...I'm Kay!"

She shuffles in place after saying that, burying her face into that scarf.

Smokescreen turned slightly one way then the other to watch her as she walked around him, unable to help but snicker some.

"I'm definitely no ninja," he mused, puffing up a bit. "I'm an Elite Guard and member of Team Prim--" The rookie paused, his expression faltering for a quick second before he recovered. "Team Prime..."

His doorwings drooped just a bit but otherwise he seemed alright, grinning at her as she introduced herself.

And...got embarrassed?

"Nice to meet you, Kay~ Actually, I should say it's a pleasure to meet you~" he mused, trying to be suave.

That definitely piqued her interest. Elite Guard? That sounded fancy. And, well, she just rolls with it. "So you're a knight. A knight who protects people!"

That would explain why his armor was so shiny and white. And the helm had pretty red marks... Yes. Everything fit. "Team Prime...are they knights too?"

Oh.

Oh.

No stop Smokescreen you're making her giggle. "Well, I AM a legend~"

Kay, you sound like a moron.

"Well...no. But we're the team that's going to defeat the Decepticons! Back home I mean," Smokescreen said proudly, looking smug with the fact even if it hurt to say. Since Optimus had died here...did that mean..back home...

This wasn't the time to think of that. This was home right now.

"I have no doubts about that," he mused, optics flickering in amusement. "You seem like the amazing type of girl that would be."

"Well, that sounds like a bunch of knights to me. Knights always fight for the good of all people, you know!" There's no way she's not seeing you as anything different, Smokescreen. Because...well...look at you.

"Ahh! Y-You think so? I mean, I only JUST inherited the title, but I'll be the best Great Thief the world's ever seen!

Kay Faraday! Stealer of Truth and people's hearts!"

There's a slight fist pump with that, followed by a hop.

Smokescreen's grin turned rather flirty as he leaned in just a bit more.

"You should add Cybertronian sparks to that list too," he mused, optics flickering a bit, the rookie clearly not having any qualms about flirting with the little human.

She was cute, for a human. So why not? Plus, she seemed to be enjoying the attention.

Oh, she was enjoying the attention, alright. Who couldn't, when he was giving the compliments?

"You think so? I mean, I never tried it out before, but I AM a girl of many talents..."

Oh boy, she can't wait to tell Soundwave and Kagerou about you.

"Oh, definitely. You may not have tried it before but it definitely worked on me," Smokescreen said as he put a hand over his spark, a wistful note to his voice as his optics flickered happily.

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It was that Autobot. The annoying one that unfortunately lived in the same temple as he did. It was inevitable that he'd run into him eventually, even if he really didn't want to.

"I wouldn't touch it, might give you a virus."

He'll just be keeping a good amount of space between himself at this mech that can supposedly walk through walls. Stay over there, you.

....Well well well.

Turning around, door wings lifting some, Smokescreen's gaze landed on the 'Con that had spoke to him and he couldn't help but smirk. They hadn't met in person, despite Smokescreen hoping they would, but oh how this was his lucky day.

"Lightbright! I was wondering when we'd run into each other!" he said happily, holding his arms out in a welcoming sort of gesture. "Virus? Doubtful. You're just being a spoilsport."

"I'd been hoping it would be never." his voice less than pleased and the look on his face less than welcoming. Smokescreen would have to be happy for the both of them.

The nickname gains no comment, he'll just leave it and brood about it later, completely hating it. Nickname permissions must be gained. He always gets to deal with the haters doesn't he. Even if for him pretty much everyone fell into that category.

"For all you know, it could be a Decepticon trap made to lure in you Autobots that can't keep your hands to yourself."

Could happen.

"Oh, come on, you know you love the idea of hanging out with me~ I know I'm excited about getting a chance to hang out with you," Smokescreen mused, approaching the other now, looking a bit like a kid in a candy store, so to speak. He and Blades had made plans to try and cheer the other up--though really, Smokescreen had just wanted to annoy the other--but they had never gotten the chance.

He'd make up for that now of course.

"'Con trap? Considering that message that the Firstforged sent out about being nice to one another and not killing? I doubt it. Unless you 'Cons are really that stupid," the rookie mused, putting his hands on his hips.

"I don't," he corrects, taking a step back as Smokescreen moves in closer. Closer to the Autobot was one of the last things he wanted. "I'd like to avoid hanging out with you, if you don't mind."

He probably wouldn't get that, his luck is nowhere near that level of good. He wasn't about to get all friendly with this bot, and he doubts Smokescreen will stop harassing him now that they're face to face. No matter how much he backs up.

"Not all viruses kill."

"Uh huh. Really stretching there, lightbright."

Smokescreen noted the way the other moved back and stopped, a part of him wanting to keep pushing but..well...

He glanced over his shoulder at the archway, debating for a moment, thinking about everything that had gone on as of late before his optics once more were focused on Dead End.

"...So, know anything about Christmas?" he asked, jerking his thumb towards the archway.

"You never know..." he sighs, only vaguely pleased that Smokescreen had stopped stepping towards him. Distance was good, he liked it that way with mechs like this.

Dead End peers over at the tree and then back to the Autobot before him, "It's a holiday."

...

Aaaannnnnddd that is the extent of his knowledge.

Well, aside from the holiday was a human thing, but he's pretty sure that doesn't need to be said. It clearly wasn't Cybertronian in origin.

An amused sound escaped Smokescreen at what the other had to say, rolling his optics a bit.

"Very good, lightbright," he drawled before catching himself again. There was no reason to be a jerk right now, what with the holiday stuff going on. Plus, here, they were all on equal footing right?

Plus...Optimus would want him to be nice and respect the neutral aspect of this place. Here they were all the same. Or something like that.

"It's a holiday that humans celebrate specifically," Smokescreen went on to say, nodding towards the archway. "They usually decorate trees and stuff in their houses so I'm guessing this is someone's attempt at giving us something similar. They exchange gifts and stuff for the holiday as well. The season of giving is what they like to call it."

Yeah, the bot's already laughing at him. That sound tells all, he knows these things. At least he wasn't being punched yet, but with his luck that was coming.

It takes a second for Dead End to pull himself out from the negative broody thoughts and actually pay attention to the Autobot ~~threatening~~ talking to him.

Decorating trees and homes, and exchanging gifts. He didn't hear a why in there though.

"What for? How does decorating trees connect with giving gifts?"

"It's..actually...I'm not sure. It's so old tradition of theirs but I have no idea how it started," Smokescreen admitted with a sheepish sort of grin, rubbing the back of his neck some. He glanced at the archway then back to Dead End as he lowered his hand, resting it on his hip now instead. "Humans have all sorts of weird customs. My guess is that they just want to be nice to one another, at least one day out of the year...which is kind of sad."

He made a face as he mulled that over before shaking his head some. There had to be some other reason for it. Even if a lot of the humans he'd seen were kind of mean.

"One of the humans around here would probably know better than me though, Lightbright."

Humans being nice to each other one day of an entire year. Right. Not sure why that needed to be a holiday then, but he's not going to argue it.

"I'm not going to be asking any of them."

He's spoken to a good chunk of them already, and there's no reason to be doing any more of it. He doesn't know how to deal with most of them.

Smokescreen's optics flickered before he shrugged.

"Whatever. That's your call, lightbright," he mused a bit before his expression shifted into something thoughtful. The rookie was quiet for a long moment before he glanced up at Dead End, shifting his wait from one foot to the other as his doorwings sank.

Just a little though.

"...Sorry..by the way. For being an aft to you."