[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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[vandalization]

Vandal decides just now, that she really needs to find some extra clothes besides what she was wearing under her RIG, soaked in sweat and blood. She can't just wear the RIG forever, it's not like she truly needs to hide her face or voice anymore. It's just habit. She doesn;t even need to use the stupid codename the church gave her, but there's that light paranoia, as she makes her way toward the refreshment tables, helm still on her head, that she still needs it.

Only a few bots here had actually seen her face. Heard her voice. And none of them knew her real name.

She finds the whiskey and a few meager snacks to choke down (she doesn't really feel like eating still). She's going to have to thank Wing later for actually tracking down her drink of choice.

Nobody's going to miss one of these bottles, right? So she just takes it and wanders. Fortunately for her escort, she'd promised him a break from having to look after her, and she'd left the swordsmech with the expectation that he should be very drunk when she finds him next.

[raceme]

Those clotches soaked in blood caught Blurr's attention. He's not all versed in how organics work but he's sure all that red shouldn't be on the outside. It didn't look right to him.

He follows the other movement and makes no comment about the bottles but when it walks near him he voices his worries. "Areyoualright?"

[vandalization]

She turns her head, slowly, in the middle of another sup of whiskey to find the blue robot standing over her.

"What? Me? I'm okay," A pause as she takes another drink, "You. You uh. Blurr, right?"

[raceme]

Blurr was close but not that close. He was still wary of humans after what one of them did to him when he was on Earth.

"Yes that's right." The voice sounds familiar. "We talked before isn't it? You said you got help but you are still covered in that red liquid humans leak..."

[vandalization]

"S'just my clothes. Ratchet treated my wounds pretty well for someone who I'm fairly certain doesn't work on too many humans."

She walks over to examine him carefully.

"You look pretty different than most of the other bots here."

[raceme]

"That's good then RATCHET is a great medic even if he doesn't know much about organics I'm glad to hear you are not really hurt."

Oh ey, personal space what is that. Blurr gives her a wary look but still sounds friendly.

"Do I? Different how?"

[vandalization]

"Thanks for the concern, though."

She circles him once before rubbing a thumb over her chin.

"You're much... thinner. Smoother."

[raceme]

"Youarewelcome."

Ah, right. He got this often.

"I was made for speed rather than fight I AM the fastest thinking fastest talking and fastest driving Cybertronian alive no matter the faction. I can even outrun a jet if I try."

[vandalization]

"Now that," She raises her glass bottle to that with a lopsided grin, "I would like to see."

Maybe a challenge. She just wants to see what these robots are capable of.

[winged_knight]

Wing is happy to see the engineer, despite the shape she's in. He does have a critical eye for her condition as he approaches, knowing that she is not fully healed, but doesn't comment on it. He had to admire her tenacity and ability to adapt to the situation. He knew she was making the best of things, however she could.

Apparently that involved whiskey.

"I see you found it," Wing said, gesturing with the hand that carried his own cube of highgrade. "I briefly considered setting aside a bottle for you, since I wasn't sure how popular it'd be."

[vandalization]

Ahh Wing. The suavest of robots. Vandal greets him, lifting the bottle in her hand.

"There he is, the bot of the hour. Thanks, seriously. I appreciate it."

She walks over and gives him a pat on the leg.

"I am comfortably buzzed, and it's all thanks to you, my friend."

[winged_knight]

Vandal has to be one of the most complimentary people he's met.

"It's my pleasure Vandal, quite literally."

He grins and accepts the touch with affection. He has much the same habit, social touch, though figuring out how to apply it to smaller organic creatures was thus far eluding him.

"Sometimes the little things are what we need to keep us going, yes?

[vandalization]

She wasn't so much socially affectionate as she was definitely, acutely drunk right now.

"You know it. Where did you find the whiskey, anyways? I could do with having a nice big case of this in the medbay. I bet if I tell Ratchet it's a healthy human food he'll let me keep it."

She jokes, knowing that ratchet is probably not so naive. Not as much as poor First Aid, bless him.

[winged_knight]

It's probably good that Wing isn't drunk right now, or he might be a little too socially affectionate.

"In the Junk Pile. Apparently stashed in someone's...sock drawer, which is why it survived the fall. There may be more, I'll keep an eye out whenever I'm out there."

He chuckles. "Good luck convincing Ratchet of that."

[vandalization]

"Sounds about right," She slurs, examining the bottle again as though it was going to somehow agree with her.

"Yeah, right? The guy's as sharp as a tack..."

She'd had another thought, but the back gears on his hips that she can see through armor gaps catch her attention and she tips her head to see. This is going to be incredibly difficult. She honestly really just needs to have someone sit still and let her poke around or get some kind of robot-anatomy book because it's just so cool.

"So Wing," She manages to pull herself away from her... professional interests, "How come you don't have a uh. A symbol? Like the rest of these guys?"

She taps her chest to indicate. She's talking about faction brands.

[winged_knight]

"He really is. You may have some explaining to do after the party though. I tried asking Ratchet to let you go but he was unreachable. I think he overworked himself doing the engine replacements for the Brave Police.'

It's hard not to miss Vandal's wandering eyes. He lifts a browridge and smirks.

"Dear lady, are you checking me out?"

Considering Vandal's been also been looking for faction badges that's almost a yes. "I don't have a faction badge because I refused to choose sides in our civil war."

[vandalization]

"Ahhhh that's concerning. You think he's okay? Just busy maybe?"

The remark makes her balk a little and she immediately looks away.

"What? No. Just. You guys are kind of neat to look at. Besides, I'm pretty sure you're a giant robot and I'm a uh. Small squishy human. Pretty sure 'out of my league' doesn't even begin to cover it. So I'm friendzoning you ahead of time, here."

Despite her best effort her face still turns red, mostly at being caught.

"Hmm. Not an Autobot or a Decepticon. Seems like a sensible choice."

[inferiordude]

It's a brief break from performing for him; it's been good to belt out song after song, get the urges out and bring the volume down for him. Hearing everyone's personal rhythm isn't... so bad, but it can get overwhelming when he puts this off.

So, he's off to snag a bit of energon, giving himself a small chuckle because gosh, they put it in cubes instead of cylinders. That's just adorable.

He pauses when he sees the recovering patient down below.

"I ain't an expert on humans, but even I know the sight of blood ain't good. You doin' okay down there, dude?"

[vandalization]

She is definitely.

Comfortably elevated. To the point where she doesn't realize a giant robot is talking to her right away. A moment passes before she jerks her head up and processes the question.

"What? Th- oh. Just stained. M'fine."

A beat.

"Dude."

Ahh, the magic of a whole bottle of whiskey.

[inferiordude]

"Hey, if y'insist!"

Regardless, he kneels down and takes a good look at her. Chances are, some medic has already worked on her. And based on what he can sense, she seems at ease enough.

Right. Good enough!

His voice continues its cheer, letting it smile for him.

"Though I guess you must be feelin' pretty good right about now. What's yer name?"

[vandalization]

She's not really sure if she's feeling 'good'. She hasn't actually felt good since she got here. But not hearing that shit in her head. Not feeling paranoid is nice.

"Vandal," She lies, even though she doesn't need to. She'll just go with it. It's a new name for a place full of people with crazy names anyways.

"What about you?"

[inferiordude]

"Kickaft name, Vandal. Name's Soundwave."

Bit of a weird name for a human, but who is he to judge, after all? Maybe it's normal wherever she's from. Just impossible to say, and he feels it'd be rude to ask more than what's given.

So, he kneels completely to the floor. Not quite to her level, but he'd like to try to have her be comfortable around him.

"Like the suit, by the way. Seen one other like it before."

[vandalization]

"Not really, but thanks. Nice to meet you, Soundwave. Like your music, reminds me of-"

Home. Right. Like that home she doesn't have.

It's what he says next that really gives her pause.

A RIG? He's seen a RIG?

"Where?"

[inferiordude]

"Eh, probably no where you been at. Place called Axiom Nexus. I, uh..."

Soundwave taps his battle mask, trying to think for a moment. "Man... man, what was his name...? I never really talked to 'im. I dunno, he was a friend's engineer, though. Yelled a bunch, swore a lot. Liked the suit, though. Thought it was neat!"

He shrugs helplessly. "Can't remember a name. Dunno if that's important, though."

[vandalization]

She looks visibly discomforted.

Axiom Nexus? Never heard of it. Briefly she wonders if this is just a thing that happens to people like her. Just suddenly sucked into giant robot land out of the blue.

"Uh... huh. How strange."

She wants to leave now.