re_alignment_logs | [Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

[Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

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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[Guess who never went to a party? This blue bot over here. In fact, It's been Primus knows how many Solar Cycles since Blurr was with such a large group of people in one place.

Social interaction, how does that work?

He will figure out that one day but for now he's doing what he does best: ~~Spy~~ Watch and try to analyze what the others are doing from a discrete point near one of the wall. Blurr's still pretty noticeable, in case you want to bother him.]

[Wing's been watching for Blurr, knowing that blue bot is not used to social situations. He lets the mech absorb the surroundings before approaching him, carrying an extra cube of energon with him.]

"Blurr. I'm glad you came. You're certainly looking better than I saw you last. How's the arm?" He offers a warm smile and a cube of energon.

[Blurr gives him a warm smile and takes the cube, relaxing marginally at the view of someone familiar.]

Much better now RATCHET is a great medic he also made sure I didn't leave the medbay until my energon levels were full again too. I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble I wanted to thank you for all the help I don't think I would have made it without your intervention when Starscream showed up.

Wing's easy-going air comes quite naturally, and isn't aided by the cube of high-grade in his hand. At least not yet. Even so, his congenial nature is a bit infectious.

"We're quite lucky to have Ratchet with us to be certain," he nods, "And it's no trouble Blurr, really, it was an honor to be able to assist in fact. We all have our bad days, that's what friends are for. I'm sure you'll return the favor someday."

The blue mech takes a sip of his cube and chokes a little. He's unused to such hide grade energon because it's been years since he had any.

"Ratchet really is something amazing..." He trails off, smiling shyly. "A bad day yes that certainly was one IF you ever need help with anything let me know please I'll always be willing to help."

Wing is only casually sipping his own highgrade. This event had the potential to last quite a while and he didn't want to get inebriated too quickly.

"He is to be sure. Sometimes I think he works himself too hard though." He smiles and shakes his head. "Don't worry I will."

"So how are you settling in here? It's a lot to get used to, isn't it?"

Blurr's engine processes the energon at much faster speed than the rest of the bots, he thinks he will be fine. ~~little he knows that it probably works the opposite way~~

"He does. I was worried that he was going to pass out from exhaustion during that monster attack." it really bothers Blurr, Ratchet works far too much for his own liking but he udnerstadn why the docbot pushes his limits so much.

"I'm doing well now that no one's trying to kill me anymore I still rest outside but mostly all the other residents in the temple are easy to talk with It REMINDS ME of how Cybertron was back in the old good days before the Great War when all the mechs get along. Once troubles started to arise only places like Maccadam's Old Oil House were neutral ground."

Sadly Wing knows he needs to do a performance later involving whirling swords both large and small, so getting too liberal with the highgrade was not exactly advisable.

"Given he's not here at the party he must be resting. That medic accomplished a lot in the past few days." Ratchet really did worry Wing just a touch.

"I'd noticed you preferred to recharge outside. I bet it must be nice under the stars?" There's half a question there, but he's being polite and not pressing it. He has to laugh at the reference to Maccadam's however, "You had one in your universe as well? Wow that's pretty amazing!"

Not if he wanted to keep all his limbs. Ratchet wouldn't be happy either.

"...younoticed?" Blurr looks, in lack of a better term, flustered. "Ah yes the stars are really nice actually even if they're NOT the same ones I could see from my Cybertron. And looking at the stars is always better than looking at the ceiling right? Ceilings and walls who needs those?" He notices the subtle questioning but he's a bit too embarrassed to explain that properly.

"Perhaps Maccadam was traveling around all the universes and opening new bars, for all we know. Looks like he missed this one though someone should fix that."

Wing generally liked having all limbs attached, as well as not giving Ratchet reasons to yell at him.

"I did, yes." A small smile, nonjudgmental. "I worried a little in the beginning when I wasn't certain how safe it all was, but it proven fine so far. Ceilings and walls are necessary no, though having boundaries that define a space of your own can be nice."

He laughs aloud, "Or there were multiple Mccadams like there are Starscreams. But you're right. It's a shame we don't have a bar or club here for social gathering."

Both are good things to like.

"Boundaries....I didn't had a place to call my own in AGES it's not so bad really. I was always out of Cybertron doing missions all alone and I spent large periods of time disguised as a car Years even. But something more private sometimes would have been good." That last part was just a whisper.

"That's as horrifying as it is amusing." He chuckles. "Maybe we could build one here."

[Excuse you, but creeping at this party is Dinobot's job. The mech spots the blue mech. He has half a mind to cut you down to size, mister.]

I see one has seemed to infiltrate this sanctum.

[He snorts.]

Who are you collecting information for?!

[Being a creeper must be a blue bots thing. Blurr is startled but manages not to run away in a hurry, instead keeping his ground because excuse you this is his FirstForget temple too.]

What!? I believe this is not the most appropriate way to introduce yourself to someone sir and it ruins the point of this party that Wing and a few others organized to make sure everybot has an opportunity to introduce themselves to others and socialize FURTHERMORE I am linked to Vector's Prime and this is as much my temple as its yours. [Blurr points to the tattoo on his arm, that's the same as the glyph on Dinobot's.]

[Oh primus it ran off its mouth more than Rattrap. How was that even possible?! But hey, he was one of Vector's chosen.]

So it would seem.

Do you know why Vector chose you?

[He's actually curious.]

[Talent. And a faster processor than most.]

I'm not really sure but I am without any doubt the fastest thinking talking and driving mech alive in any faction Ratchet said that I might be connected to the FirstFrorged assigned to time due to my speed.

Might I inquire your name sir?

You know Ratchet.

[He heard of the Autobot medic.]

Dinobot. Now, give me your name.

I've met him shortly after I woke up here in the junkpile and he fixed my arm after the monster attack.

[Blurr thinks he's the best medic, then agian he's biased.]

Dinobot? DoyouknowGirmlockbyanychance? [So blunt, man. You need better manners.] It's Blurr.

I suppose he would be here.

[Now he knows the time line is really screwed up.]

...no. I do not.

[Grimlock sounds like a Trying To Hard Name.]

Why should I?

I'm haven't see him yet he's been working so much lately I think ratchet's resting actually but I really would like to see him again soon. do you need him for anything?

Because he is a dinobot and you are named...Dinobot too...andallthisisveryawkwardjustforgetIsaidanything. [THIS IS WHY HE DOESN'T GO TO PARTIES.]

...who said I had a dinosaur as an alt mode?!

Noone?I was talking about Grimlock.

...

Why, do you?

Of course not, that's a ridiculous presumption!

Then how come they call you Dinobot? [Blurr frowned, curious now. he was also checking the blue faced bot up and down to try to figure out his alt mode.]

For my prowess and ferocity!

[Sorry Blurr, Dinobot's not willing to spill any secrets yet.]

[Funsponge.

Also, this is his 'I totes believe you' face.

Except not.]

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I'll you decide if it's high grade or not. ;)

Oh god..let's say it is even if Blurr didn't notice yet, for the fun. :3

/cackles

/twirls mustache and laughs

/terrible influence

/I think you misspelled 'awesome' up there

/terribly awesome influence

/always the best sort of influence. Always

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