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

[littlecrowgirl]

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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[heatsink]

"Your people's... cores, right? Source of personality.", some sort of advanced kind of computer core, right?

Because Garrus is too much of a cynic to believe in souls.

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[songofmypeople]

"Hmm. Something like that." He's in no hurry to correct or deny those assumptions.

"Innermost energon surrounds a spark and there's a tradition where, to show certain sentiments, one might give a quart or so of it to a comrade. That ritual came about before my time and cultural symbolism has seen it endure the ages. It's really very quaint."

So pretty much to show they care (or maybe that someone is the next person on their shit list) these robots give each other jars of blood.

[heatsink]

He's more intrigued by the fact that robots can love. That's actually.. rather unexpectedly sweet, in a weird robot blood jar kind of way.

"I've... got an old story.", he's picked up on your whole 4-million year Civil War thing by now, so he thought he'd toss up a little story of his own to follow up.

"When our species first started colonizing other star systems, some of the distant colonies tended to get a bit isolated and wary of others. They used facepaint to differentiate the different colonies.", he gestured to the markings on his own face.

"It eventually broke out into a war between colonies. The Hierarchy on our home world Palaven didn't really intervene until the smaller factions all wore themselves out. Then, all the colonies were forced to unify, rather quickly. But that didn't stop people from painting on the markings of their home colony to this day."

[songofmypeople]

It's cute that you thought 'love' first, instead of, say, 'Hi, pal, here is a jar of blood just to let you know that sometime, when you least expect it, I'm going to remove your head via cannon blast. Wait for me~?'

"Hmm," Tarn says, more preoccupied with the thought of what it might feel like to crush Garrus's tiny skull between his fingers, than with the story of why turians wear makeup.

"Are there more of you here? Or are you all alone, alien?"

[heatsink]

Don't hate on their stylish make-up Tarn. It's fabulous and you know it.

Garrus can tell when someone's only half paying attention, and gives him a raised brow at the question. It seems innocent enough, so he'll answer it.

"Our population's a bit lower than yours."

Obvious enough considering this was the synthetics' home planet. But he didn't want to specify a number.

[songofmypeople]

"No chances of another war breaking out then, I take it?" The question is asked good-naturedly.