[Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

[winged_knight]

WHO: Anyone! Hosted by Wing, Vectorians especially encouraged.
WHERE: One of the larger upper platforms in Vector Prime's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Mixer for Vectorians and general social gathering for everyone.
WARNINGS: None yet. (But there's booze so...at the very least there might be bad karaoke)

Upon entering Vector Prime's domain it's obvious that things are a foot. The typically serene atmosphere is enlivened with notes of music and the murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional bubble of laughter that filters down from the upper heights, a soft glow of illuminating one of the larger platforms with a structure built on it. Colorful streamers fly from crystalline light poles, marking the way through the various crystal bridges and small platforms, until one reaches the large terrace on which the gathering is situated.

A large pavilion-like structure, enclosed on two sides but otherwise open to a majestic view of the gorge and beyond, shelters the bulk of the gathering. Its roof is several stories tall, enough to accommodate their First Forged benefactor should he choose to join them, and what could be considered a dance floor sprawls off to the side. The platform edges have been lined with a railing here unlike most of the others, to waylay any highgrade assisted trips into the gorge itself. Along another wall, nearest the open area, speakers and other equipment have been setup to provide music and other entertainment. One of Vector Prime's Acolytes greets newcomers with a simple nod, and may later be seen looking after the replenishent of refreshments as needed.

Tables of typical Cybertronian height line one wall, where tapped cylinders of softly glowing energon, both standard and highgrade, sit alongside cubes waiting to be filled. Various pieces of make-shift seating suitable to the average mech are scattered around. Central to the pavilion is a wide raised platform, about waist height to the average Cybertronian, designed to allow the shorter attendees to converse with their taller robotic fellows at eye level. Human scale ladders allow access to and from the floor, and occupying the platform is a buffet table accompanied by several mis-matched chairs.

The buffet table is covered with an eclectic assortment of refreshments and serving implements more suitable to organics, mostly non-perishable pantry type goods, (you can be certain there's Twinkies!) along with a odd collection of various alcohols including a bottle or two of whiskey. At the end of one table sits an old refrigerator on its back, now tasked with being a simple ice box, filled entirely with chunks of clean snow and ice from Liege Maximo's quadrant. Accompanying it are wax paper cups and a pitcher of fruity syrup that smells reminiscent of Kool-Aid. (make yourself a snow cone!)

The pavilion is attached to a larger building, two doors at the rear of the pavilion each lead to two separate rooms. One that appears to be in use for the storage of unused supplies and materials while the other is filled with makeshift seating of various sizes, creating a more relaxed atmosphere. To the rear there is access to a second floor, the rooms of which appear to be currently unused.

Barricade and Soundwave have agreed to provide musical entertainment for the evening.

Miko may play some guitar for us if we can find a way to power her amp.

Wing will perform a traditional narrative sword kata with some musical accompaniment.

Vector Prime himself may make an appearance at some point as well.

((---This is COMMUNAL log and designed to be a mixer, so post to note your attendance and then tag around!---))

((If you'd like to do a game, performance or other activity feel free to make a post for it and let me know, then I'll highlight it here.))

((I tried to set a foundation for the scene but leave a lot of stuff open, so feel free to embellish where you like. We have access to pretty much anything that's mundane though likely it comes from the Junk Pile. Feel free to have your character bring something if they want.))

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wherever there was high-grade energon, you could count on a Wrecker making an appearance. Wheeljack (who now referred to himself as 'the good one' and not 'the nerdy one') was standing by one of the tables, leaning back on it as he watched others walk in. He was a social butterfly, of course, but what better place to meet n' greet than by the refreshments? At least, that's how he saw it.

There's a glass of high-grade in his hand, obviously, as he scouted the party floor for anyone he might find recognizable.

[raceme]

Wheeljack, show Blurr how to do that social butterfly thing, please. He needs lessons.

All that staring awkwardly in a corner made him thirsty and Blurr finally approached one of the tables to fetch himself something to drink. He smiled at Wheeljack and then looked at the drinks confused. "Whyaretheretwoofthem?"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Oh he'll show you how to be social, buddy. Just you wait.

"Whatcha mean? You know about high-grade, right?"

It's first grade, Blurr! You should know this by now, especially since you're a grown up. Wheeljack scoops one of the glasses up and places it in Blurr's hands, giving a smile.

[raceme]

Should I be worried?

"That was it? Yes of course I know about it but haven't had it in solar cycles I didn't had it when I was on Earth in fact I practically had no energon reserves at all."

And suddenly he's holding a glass, yeah. Blurr returns the smile but doesn't take a sip yet. "Ah thank you."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

He gives a nod in understanding. It made sense, actually, as the Earth he was on had very limited Energon as well, thus the arms race for it between Optimus and Megatron. But when he saw the spy take the glass, his smirk only widens.

"Well drink all ya want here. Plenty to go around, yannow?"

There's a hearty back pat before he takes a sip of his own.

"Glad ta see ya made it out here for the party."

[sword_redemption]

Drift is really happy to see Wheeljack. They'd gotten separated in the attack, and the next thing, Drift was under Ratchet's stern, slightly terrifying care.

He ambles over, the smile genuine. "Guess you didn't need me to haul your aft out of trouble out there."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

His eyebrows perk up at the sound of Drift's voice. During their separation, he'd gotten slightly worried about the guy. It was just something that happened when you had a Wrecker buddy. But when he heard him being beckoned by none other than his sword bro, his eyes seem to be almost dancing. He turns to Drift, all smiles.

"Shouldn't that be my line?"

One of those arms slings around Drift's shoulders, his hand moving up to his helm to 'ruffle' it playfully.

[sword_redemption]

Drift's grin broadened. "I guess I beat you to it, then.". Competitive even over banter, like a true Wrecker.

He endures the playful rub on his helm, and counters with a friendly punch to Wheeljack's chassis. "You here to save us from all this high-grade?"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

The punch is very welcome. It'd been awhile since he'd really hung out around Wreckers, and thus forgot what a playful bunch they could be. He gives a slight chuckle and leans in slightly.

"Unless ya know someone more qualified."

[herodecoded]

Dinobot glanced over at the mech sipping his drink, a grimace forming on his face (Who are we kidding, that grimace was always there.). He didn't approve of the mech's drinking activities.

"Hard to believe a fighter like yourself would dull your sense with that."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Hey bud, what are you givin' that look for? If you've got something to say- oh...you are.

"Not sure I get where you're comin' from, buddy. 's not like there's a war goin' on right now or anything. You don't drink?"

[herodecoded]

"I feel that was only the first wave. We must be prepared."

Dinobot's fun levels? Zero, zip, nadda. You probably need to prod him a little before he can drink.

"It clouds the mind of a warrior."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wow. You are a negative twenty on the fun scale, Dinobot. Forget zero, you're in the negatives. Have this deadpan stare of ultimate caring.

"You don't get out much, do ya."

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

Miko wandered up to Wheeljack, having noticed him before the drinks, but noticing them as she got closer. Awesome a two for one, say hi to the closes to her guardian she had here and also get something to drink.

"Wheeljack! Hi!" She waved to him, a big grin on her face.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Now that gets his attention. His eyes practically light up as Miko waves to him, kneeling down to her level to nudge her affectionately. What could he say? Bulk had gotten the girl to grow on him.

"Hey killer. Enjoyin' yourself here?"

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

She grins even harder and giggles a little at the nudge, now really glad that she had gotten over the fear that Wheeljack being around would mean Bulkhead would stop caring about her.

"Oh yeah! I'm getting a chance to meet all the people that I talked to over the link, and meeting other new people, it rocks!"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

There's a slight eyebrow perk from him, as he had forgotten that there were OTHER robots here. Some that he miiight not want Miko speaking with. Still, he won't let that dampen her spirit, because then he'd be sounding like Ratchet.

"Just make sure ya stick away from any Cons, ya got that?"

I'm sorry Wheeljack, but you are the burliest mech here

[lifepersists]

Maybe Wheeljack has seen First Aid around Ratchet's medbay, but aside from that, they clearly haven't spoken. Unfortunately, his first impression of First Aid is going to be a rather overcharged First Aid. You'd think a mech who was sporting medic markings so proudly on his chassis would be a little bit more dignified.

But nope, First Aid decided to deal with his social awkwardness by letting go of any semblance of sobriety.

Which means sometime he had to go refill his cube, which meant wandering close to Wheeljack. He glances at him as he walks up to the table, pausing to look him up and down. Oh, that's a nice physique there.

Oh gosh First Aiddddd babyyy~

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Hey, he saw that look. Actually...wait, hasn't he seen you somewhere? You look a little too familiar to be an average mook wandering around Cybertron...

Now where has he seen you...

OH RIGHT! You're the little guy who hangs with the doc. And booooy are you wasted. He doesn't even have to get a good look at your optics to know that. The way you just checked him out was enough. He had to give the guy credit, though. He was bold.

"...Enjoyin' yourself?"

HE LIKES THEM BIG AND STRONG. I'm so sorry.

[lifepersists]

Perhaps that wasn't as subtle as he thought he was being. Nevermind First Aid is about as subtle as a hammer to the face when he's sober. He just didn't think that he'd be noticed enough to be talked to. He seems pretty surprised by this.

"Oh, yes." Obviously. He moves the cube in his hand in a way that emphasizes it's emptiness.

"I like your..." He taps his chest, where his Autobot badge is. "It's nice."

ITS OKAY WE LOVE YOU FIRST AID

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Oh you're just adorable. He'd be flattered if it wasn't such an entertaining display. One of his hands reaches up to his own chest plate, inspecting it as if to clarify if that's what First Aid meant before replying.

"Thanks. I like to keep the paintjob clean."

He'll just take that cube from you to replace with a full one. Like he's really going to give you the non-alcoholic type.

"Ya don't look so bad yourself."

[aerospacecommander]

"Well, well. So we meet again. Sorry I haven't been able to off my alternate yet, he seems to be hiding for some reason."

Starscream smirked as he approached and stopped a short distance away. He was mostly scouting the refreshments table and deciding whether or not he could safely get away with spiking more of the Energon.

You know, to liven up the party and all.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Oh it's the cool Starscream. There's a slight smirk as this one approaches as he oh so non-chalantly takes a sip of his Energon cube. If there's one thing he learned about Starscreams, it's that you had to talk on their level.

"Ya might have to race me for it. He's already gettin' into trouble."

[aerospacecommander]

"Oohh really? Do tell. I love good gossip."

And if he was going to eliminate his alternates one by one, he needed to know everything. And he was perfectly capable of playing nice with the people who wanted to kill his 'enemies.'

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"Tore off one of my buddy's arms. Don't really take that too lightly, if ya get my meaning."

He didn't mind putting Starscream deeper in the hole. If this guy was after Heels as well, then the enemy of the enemy is his acquaintance.