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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He hadn't planned on coming, hadn't thought he would be here, and didn't really want to; parties weren't his thing, and not because Jetfire didn't know how to move through them.

He preferred smaller gatherings. He preferred a different type of gathering, but Starscream had insisted and while he could just have ignored it, he'd let himself been talked into it. Similar to a few other times, except the difference here is a slide to the left of the circumstances.

And while he'd prefer to just make a round, perhaps find someone likeminded to talk to, this time he's (for the moment) explicitely here with the Seeker who barged in like he owned the place, and Starscream would never stay up against a wall.

So he's out on the floor, frowning at the energon in his hand.

High-grade, of course.

When he suggested Starscream go get something, he hadn't really meant for him as well.

"Jetfire?"

Who else it could be? It was an absurd question and Blurr knew it but he wanted to get his attention. The bigger mech looked just as uncomfortable here as Blurr.

Gaze shifting from the faintly irridescent pink liquid and further down to Blurr, Jetfire nodded in greeting as well as confirmation, even if it would, yes, be obvious who he was. It wasn't as if there was any alternate around that looked exactly (or nearly) like him...

Or even anyone of a similar size. The closest one was Liege Maximo himself, and he was quite a bit taller.

"Blurr. I hope you, er... enjoying yourself?" It was probably just as well that he with Blurr's arrival was a bit too distracted to take any further sips of the energon.

Yeah, no, Jetfire sure was hard to miss. Blurr is starting to think that a drink wont' be all that much of a bad idea. He winced slightly.

"I'm not all that accustomed to this sort of .er...meetings sir I never had much time to attend social gatherings in the past nor I had many occasions to celebrate anything important and now I am at a lost of what to do AND perhaps it would be better if I leave already but the thing is this is my temple of residency so I can't really go anywhere."

It's hard to scape a party when said party is happening in your home.

A moment passes as he runs through what Blurr said and then shrugs, slowly tipping his cube this way and that.

"They can be somewhat awkward, yes, and some people simply do better in smaller gatherings..." he frowned slightly at Blurr's last statement, his expression slightly questioning. "Well, the temple is large, I'm sure you could leave if you wished?"

Gesturing around as he took a small sip, Jetfire frowned at the cube, wondering at the taste... But it was a long time ago since he'd had high-grade, so that was probably it.

"I told Wing I would be there it would be rude to leave specially after all he did for me He risked his life to protect me from Starscream when I got hurt and lost my arm."

Blurr noticed the frown and gave him a questioning look. "It'ssomethingwrongsir?"

"Ah." One thing that makes feeling not exactly at home here was that Blurr's way of speaking made it easy to not speak much in return; not that he couldn't, and quite often did speak a lot, but that was about particular subjects.

And there was nothing in the current conversation that had anything to do with science.

"... You arm---" He transferred his vague frown to Blurr's arms, one at a time, and then back to Blurr. "No, I don't think so. It's merely been well over four million years since I had high-grade, which does carry a slightly different compositional energy signature and atom structure from energon which hasn't been treated in the same way..."

Someone said something about not making this about science? Jetfire was more focused on Blurr and the energon in itself, however. "And it was only recently I had something approaching to a proper, full-capacity energon, which then was distracted by the months Starscream and I were out of our dimension."

The Keep, after all, hadn't had the best sort of energon, and even less a lot of it.

Blurr didn't do that on purpose, really. It was just how he is.

"Starscream cut it off during the monster attack. Well one of the Starscreams THE one from Ratchet's world." Jetfire might have more luck with that science-related conversations if he can find one of the resident doctors.

"It's been many solar cycles since I had any high-grade energon too but I never worried much about it." Blurr still didn't know what to do with the idea of Jetfire and Starscream being in friendly terms. "...ah."

Jetfire's frown deepened as Blurr elaborated. It wasn't something... completely unexpected to hear, but there must have been some sort of... reason, right?

"Do you know why?" Yes, he wouldn't question that it happened, because he could see it... Though he'd more expected to hear "shot me with a null-ray" but that was due to his own experiences and expectations of what any given Starscream might be capable of.

"Mmm, yes. Energon in general has also been dwindling in availability and purity for the longest time," he said with a shrug, noting the last little uttering with a questioning tilt of his helm. He had no idea what it related to, and so couldn't ask further.

Since, to him, the comment about him and Starscream being out of their dimension? The important part of been "out of their dimension" not "with Starscream"... Which obviously made clear his own thought process.

"We were handcuffed together." Blurr didn't really want to talk about why and how he ended handcuffed to Starscream, it embarrassed him, and thus he wasn't giving the best explanations about the inccident. For a start, he was giving short answers, that was not normal for him. And Prime Starscream wasn't equipped with a null ray either.

"That seems to be common in many other universes Wheeljack mentioned it to me too THE first Wheeljack not the new one that showed up a few days ago THE one that likes explosions."

Blurr processor caught up on that after a few clicks. "And was sort of dimension you two were trapped in?"

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"Look at all these annoyances around here," Starscream spoke rather mildly as he wandered back over to the overly large jet.

He no longer carried any energon -- no, he already had his share and was merely waiting for the side effects to eventually caught up to Jetfire.

If he calculated correction, the additive he added to Jetfire's drink should up the effects by roughly 70% or so. It's been awhile since he's messed with the chemical properties of energon and other science garbledeegook.

Either way he couldn't afford to get himself plastered if he was going to sit back and watch what happens to Jetfire.

There'd be no fun in that.

"You were the one who wanted to go," Jetfire pointed out with a dip of his helm and a stare, then frowned as he realized how immediately the energon Starscream had picked for himself had disappeared.

Did he really intend to end up overcharged that fast?

Which of course wasn't the point, but for once Jetfire wasn't particularly suspicious as to Starscream's motives, and idly took a sip from the cube he'd been given. There was no reason to mistrust this, really. Starscream wasn't annoyed at him at the moment, and unknowingly spiked energon wasn't anything he'd had to deal with.

Not to say they hadn't experimented with additives to see what it did to energon and to the imbiber, but that... was an entirely different engine.

"I was just making an observation. If you don't want to listen to me, drink more and ignore it."

Besides, Jetfire needed to drink more and get plastered. Just. Because.

Starscream eyed him for a moment before switching his gaze back to the party.

"Not enough Decepticons here. Too many good guys and squishy things. I think this place needs a little more excitement, don't you think?"

Of course Starscream's definition of excitement and Jetfire's definition were two separate things all together.

He could have made a comment, since that "observation" had included an awful lot of implication of not liking the situation... And that could only be fixed by not being present. But then, Starscream liked to complain about nearly everything.

In the end, he merely shook his helm, substituting any further commentary with a dry look and another sip. Starscream would get as he wanted, because that cube? Half-empty already, despite Jetfire not having been attacking it constantly or in great gulps.

"I suppose that depends on what you were thinking counts as the needed 'excitement'... I believe there was mention of entertainment," Jetfire murmured, and either despite of, or because of the awareness of said... differences, there was a small smile on his face.

Starscream shrugged before reaching over to poke Jetfire on the arm. He hoped the spiked Energon would kick in soon before he got extremely bored. He could only taunt and harass others for so long before he even grew tired of that.

And since none of his alternates were here for him to murder, he'd settle for getting Jetfire completely and totally plastered.

Maybe he should get him another cube.

"I bet the entertainment will be just as stupid. Have you seen anything interesting yet? Not that you have the best taste when it comes to interesting. But anyway."

Whereas Jetfire normally would ignore such a poke being that it was harmless and - depending on frequency and vehemency, of course - merely an easy form of contact between them... Right now, with high-grade that was going to his systems faster and stronger than it should, though with a delayed recorded effect by his systems themselves...

Normal, here, then, didn't apply, and while Jetfire merely followed the path of Starscream's hand at first, optics curiously soft, right when Starscream was about to withdraw his appendage, Jetfire grabbed it and raised it up to his lips.

Giving a brief squeeze to the captured hand, he kissed the back of the fingers before letting go.

"Mmm. Like I said, you insisted we go. We could always leave, as well." While he wasn't feeling a direct unfconfortable urge to do so, Jetfire still looked towards the length of the pavilion open to the platform and then the sky above.

What did Starscream say about public displays of affection, Jetfire?!

He jerks his hand back as soon as Jetfire releases him. Hopefully no one saw that and he gives a quick look around just to make sure.

"Not just yet," he spoke before returning his gaze back to the large Autobot.

"You, keep drinking. I'm going to go see if anything interesting is going on. I'll be back."

In other words, while Jetfire was getting more plastered, Starscream was going to go mingle and harass people.

Miko was wandering around, making herself known to as many of the people around as she could, mostly because she liked meeting them, but also because it was sensible to know as many giant robots as possible on a world meant for them when anything could happen. When she spotted Jetfire she stopped a couple meters away and still had to look up him to see his face.

"Wow... you sure are tall." She said, raising her voice just a little to try to be sure he would hear her.

Not really necessary, but he could see how she'd think so. The only reason he might have missed her talking to him would be if he assumed she wasn't talking to him. Now, since it was quite obvious she was, he first looked down... and then, with a small shake of his helm and a step closer, got down on one knee.

"It's part of my model-type function," Jetfire said, helm tilted and even kneeling down like this, there was a good difference between them. This might be the only reason to miss the size-reduction of the Keep; harder to interact with small organics.

It was probably just as well the energon in his cube was hardly touched as of yet...

"Well yeah, and you've got wings, so you must fly, are you a plane of some kind?" She doesn't seem to be bothered by the difference at all. Her face lit up even more in excitement.

"A cybertronian fighter jet, support-class, yes," Jetfire chuckled. He then held his left arm out for her, a screen flipping up to show a slowly rotating image of a jet with large added boosters on the back, so she'd get an idea of what his altmode looked like without him having to transform.

It was obvious the square red ensemble on his back corresponded with the boosters on the jet's back, and this would have been even more visible had he had his back to her and the engine nozzles visible.

"I'm supposed to run interference and provide cover for lighter classes of fighter jets..." Jetfire continued mostly because she probably had no idea what he'd meant by "support-class", but then, that she might not even be interested didn't catch up to his processor...

Which might have something to do with even the small amount of spiked high-grade he'd had.

She stares at the screen, her eyes glittering and shining as he talked, little 'oo's and 'ah's sounding as she watched the image go around.

"Can you fly all over the place then?" It's a good thing that she is completely enthralled with all then new Cybertronians she gets to meet, and learning what they can and do do is great to her.

"I... don't have any restrictions in how far I could fly across a planet, and I'm capable of atmospheric exit and re-entry, if that's what you meant," Jetfire nodded slowly, closing the screen after he was sure she'd gotten a good view of the image displayed.

Miko pauses a moment, knowing that 'atmospheric exit and re-entry' meant something cool, but it look a little bit for it to click through, but once it did her face lit up. "Wow, so you can travel in space?! What is like out there? Is it true you can't see stars in space? Have you ever been to Earth?"

He smiled, mostly due to Miko's enthusiasm, but also because it was kind of nice to actually have someone be enthusiastic at what he could offer... Even if it wasn't specifically his scientific knowledge she was in the least bit interested in.

"Ah, yes, I'm indeed capable of travelling in space, though it's very fuel consumptive." Jetfire paused and rubbed his chin slowly, but in the end (perhaps for the better) what came next was relatively simple.

"Cold, quiet, and unless you know what to look for and how to find it, seemingly empty. And, er, no, stars can definitely be seen in space," Jetfire said, shaking his helm and somewhat confused over that question, because why wouldn't they be?

He let that go in favour of internally pausing at her last question. It took about half a minute before he replied.

"... Yes, I have. Omega Supreme and I followed an energy signal to a planet that would later be shown to be Earth." It seemed... easiest to not go deeper into it than that.