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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"To--ah--give..gifts and spread holiday cheer?" Rung murmured, finally taking a step away from the other and turning around to look at him, instead of the other looming behind him. "It's just a general good feeling sort of holiday."

"You sound like you've adopted the tradition." And it's funny, even without him over a shoulder, he still manages to loom.

"Are you feeling good right now?" Tarn takes a step forward to make up for the distance Rung has put between them. "Were you planning of giving out gifts as well?"

The therapist's optics flicker and he shakes his head a bit.

"No I just..I know about it as all. It's not something I've ever taken part in," he admits, still feeling very put off by the other but, at the same time, he can't seem to leave his presence.

If that says anything.

"..P-perhaps. Yes."

"And wishing for a present for yourself, maybe?" Tarn asks, crowding Rung's personal space again as he slowly advances on the smaller 'bot.

"No, I don't need or want anything," the therapist murmured, watching the other grow closer but not moving away at all.

"Autobot, right? You're certainly no Decepticon; I'd know."

"Yes...Autobot. I'm a therapist. Psychotherapist actually. Was stationed at Kimia during the war."

"Hmm. 'During the war.' The war's not over where I'm from.

What's your name, Autobot?"

"I..suppose it depends on who you ask...but the war ended when Cybertron was restarted," Rung murmured, tensing again almost immediately when he's asked for his name.

"....Rung."

"That's a sweet sentiment," he says dismissively.

"Well, Rung," a large hand falls on the doctor's shoulder bearing, "in the spirit of spreading cheer, I might have a gift for you. Would you like that?"

He starts to frown a bit but is distracted by the hand on his shoulder, the therapist shifting slightly.

"A..gift? I...that's alright..I don't have anything for you," he says quickly with a weak smile, trying to derail this because he has no idea where it's going.

"And if I insisted? I'm sure I could find something in you I'd want."

The hand tightens just a touch (amicably?).

"I--What? Something in me--what are you talking about?"

Confusion. So much confusion now and Rung tries to step away but there's something about this bot...It's weird and he can't explain it.

The hand on his shoulder might be a good hindrance to that stepping away too, because it isn't letting up.

You can positively hear the smile in his voice, gosh, he sounds so friendly. "There's no need to be modest around me, Autobot. Everyone has their uses, and I like to think I can recognize the utility in even the lowliest lifeform, Autobots included."

You know, for a Decepticon, that's practically nice.

It's coincidence, really, that has Fortress Maximus heading to take a look at the trees at this point. Not that he's disinterested in them, but it's impulse more than anything else, and something different.

Sometimes different can be good.

Voices do have him slow, and when he recognizes one, he strongly considers turning back. Rung he's not quite as interested in seeing - for Rung's sake - but it's the second voice that gives him pause.

He doesn't recognize that one, but something about it...he can't put his finger on it, it's not something he can name, but there's something about it that prickles at the back of his neck. It seems friendly enough, but...

All right, he'll take a glance. The ex-warden approaches the sounds slowly, resolving to satisfy what passes for his curiosity then leave them alone.

Any struggling that Rung had been attempting is weak now, the therapist unable to really look away from Tarn. He feels comfortable with the other but at the same time, there's a voice in the back of his mind telling him to get away...get far away...

"I--"

He catches movement beyond Tarn and focuses on it, spotting Fortress Maximus and a mixture of relief and desperation floods him. A pleading look enters his eyes as he tries to keep his gaze on the other, reaching up to try and pry Tarn's hand away from his shoulder.

"I need to--I'm sorry but I have to go..please."

It isn't hard to notice that pleading look directed over his shoulder. Hand holding firm, Tarn glances sideways and my oh my, would you look at what's dragging himself in.

Turning away from the new Autobot, he looks back to Rung.

"Come now, don't be rude. We're not done having our chat. In fact, I have even started."

That...

Even from a distance, he can tell something's off. Rung's trying to get away, and the other one - whoever it is - isn't letting him. As he's getting closer he can make sense of the words, and you know what?

This can end here.

"Rung," he calls, purposeful now in his approach. "Everything okay?"

Because he may or may not be already reaching for a weapon.

"I--I'n sorry, I don't mean to be rude--" Rung starts, shrinking back a bit, feeling bad as his gaze locks on Tarn again but Fort Max is calling out to him and it's enough to get him to look away again.

He starts to shake his head, unable to form words at the moment, not trusting himself to speak.

Please help. Please please please.

"It looks like everything's fine," Tarn answers agreeably for the little 'bot after a few moments of Rung remaining mute.

Turning around, and taking Rung with him, steering the Doctor by that hand on his shoulder, Tarn stands to face Maximus, Rung held between them. The two Mr. Tanks are nearly identical in height, and Tarn's posture is open and relaxed, right down to that one hand firm-and-friendly on Rung's shoulder.

"You can make it up to me, Rung, by introducing your friend, here. Fortress Maximus, isn't it?"

Well, considering he addressed Rung, and Rung's not the one who answers...

It's more answer than the other mech turning. Maximus stops, hard, optics flaring briefly in surprise at the mask before narrowing to hateful red slits.

That explains a few things. That explains a lot of things, really.

"I can introduce myself just fine," he growls, very much aware of Rung held between them. "I'm the one who's going to rip your head off, 'Con, if you don't let the doc go."

Jumping to threats? Already?

Excuse him if he's a little protective of Rung at this point.

Rung doesn't like this, he doesn't like this at all. He can't pull away, he can't do anything, just moving as Tarn moves him and staring helplessly at Fort Max.

"L-leave him alone," he murmured, looking away from Fort Max and up at Tarn. "Please just...Let go...please?"

His voice is weak, trailing off at the end because he feels completely out of his element right now.

Tarn mostly ignores Rung's pleas. Bigger fish have shown up, and he's got plans for this one.

"I don't think you understand who you're threatening, Maximus, but I'll let that go. We haven't been properly introduced yet and I'll leave that to the doctor." Who hasn't asked his name, and either obviously doesn't know it, or is just really, very stupid. "Your attitude though, leaves something to be desired."

To Rung, he says, "You're a psychiatrist, tell me, why it is that Autobots are consistently so rude? Is it a defense mechanism, do you think? A response to fear?"

"I don't think you understand how much I don't care." You've got your paws on - well, they're not friends, but it's definitely someone Fort Max feels responsible for, at least in small part. And it's pretty clear that Fort Max isn't taking too kindly to this. "And I ain't playing games with you."

This is complete with him approaching, hands balling in to fists.

The therapist shudders a bit as he's addressed directly, forcing himself to keep his gaze on Fort Max because, if nothing else, it's a comforting presence.

Even if he's sort of convinced he's going to die right now.

"....He's not...being rude. You're the one being rude. I don't think..I didn't give you permission to touch me," he managed to get out, almost looking up at Tarn but he catches himself, optics dimming as he wrings his hands together a bit.

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Oops. *haven't even started. (But you guys knew that, I'm sure.)

INDEED

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This was not the thread I expected when I came into the Christmas-fun post..

i'm sorry 8c

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