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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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."

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."

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?

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.

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."

"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.

"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."

"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."

"I think he's fine or First Aid wouldn't be here. Probably just deep in recharge for a while. Still. It makes me worry a bit that he'd work himself so hard."

Wing has to laugh heartily at the engineer's reaction. It's not that he's laughing at her, it's more just the situation in general that is amusing.

"What makes you think inter-species relations isn't a thing that happens? Not that I'm propositioning you or anything--honestly the last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable--but it's happened before with our species, and others. Generally where there's a will, there's a way."

"Don't fret over it too much though. I shall be suitably 'friendzoned' if that's what you prefer. And look all you want, I'm only teasing. Mechanics are your interest, so your curiosity is natural. I don't mind." He feels perhaps a little bit bad for the embarrassment however, and decides it may not be the best time to point out that in their culture friends sometimes still got intimate.

"That's correct. My order didn't agree with the values or methods of either side so we focused on rescuing and harboring refugees; those that couldn't or wouldn't fight."

Edited (DERP) 2012-08-01 01:31 (UTC)

"He seems like the type to, honestly." She rubs her arm, feeling a little bit guilty. She's probably been a burden there. She should really look into finding a place to stay on her own. Something human-sized.

"Whoa, seriously? I thought that kind of shit just happened in science fiction movies," Her mind instantly moves to the absurdity of blue alien women, "But I mean. You guys don't really have a means of reproduction. So what's the point of..."

She waves a hand vaguely. What would be the point of intimacy to begin with? Beyond companionship.

"Don't mind if I do," Well if she's invited to look at the cool, living-robot mechanics, then she'll be more than happy to circle Wing, peering with fascination at the way the metal seamlessly fits together.

"He does. I often see medics put themselves before others. It's simply their way. It always makes me want to reciprocate or honor their efforts somehow though." Best he could manage was too look after and support the medics in the only ways he knew how.

Wing shrugs slightly. "When feelings get involved, crazy things happen." That pretty much explained, well, a whole lot of things, even in normal relationships. "And there always some who have an interest in the exotic. It's not at all common, but it's not unheard of either."

"A means of reproduction?" He pauses for a tick, "Or...a means to take pleasure in each other? They are the same thing for humans?"

He has to chuckle softly as the engineer takes his offer immediately. He's even gracious enough to move slightly as she makes her inspection, lifting a foot, rotating an arm and splaying the fingers, then letting the flight panels on his back extend, revealing the boosters beneath and where his sword grips are magna clamped to his back.

"Well, maybe we could do something nice for Ratchet? I'm sure he'd appreciate it. The guy seems pretty stressed."

Vandal can't even imagine the stipulations of getting with a giant sentient robot. It's a silly thought on it's own.

"I guess uh. Love will find a way, or whatever."

Oh that- she never thought of it that way.

"When it gets down to it yes. Sex for humans is a means of reproduction, but a lot of people do it just because it feels good."

She's immediately distracted as he spreads his wings.

There might even be a slight holy shit mumbles under her breath. These guys are some fine pieces of engineering, that's for damn sure. Hard to believe they're a whole species.

"That's a good idea. But what? He doesn't seem like the kind to take time off. Not sure what he likes either, or if he has hobbies." Workaholics were so hard to get gifts for, sheez.

Overactive imaginations come in handy here. Add motivation and boom, robot kink happens.

"You could say that yes."

As amusing as the inter-species topic is, Wing really is legitimately interested in all types of human culture. There are several of the species here now and he really just wants to understand them better.

"So you've found ways to make it solely recreational. Nice."

So maybe he preens a little bit under your gaze. The wings, everyone's favorite part. And his were of an especially rare design. Really, Wing tries not to give in to the air superiority complex--he really does believe all alts have something unique to offer--but it's hard not to have a little bit of pride in his capabilities sometimes.

"Ah, I could look into it." She shrugs halfheartedly.

Yeah. Robot kink. Sure. Like she'd ever. ~~hahaha~~

"That's so weird. Sorry, but I can't even imagine-" No. She doesn't want to imagine.

"Nice, huh? You some kind of mechanical perv or something?" She's teasing a little, "Yeah, humanity doesn't really need to breed much anymore. Too big as it is."

Yeah now she's going to just. Shamelessly look at all those components.

"Man it would be cool to learn how you guys work..."

"If a convenient opportunity comes up while you're in medibay, sure. I'll do a little digging myself." It might not prove to be an easy task, but a worthy one to be sure.

"Unsurprising. How long has your race had interstellar capability?"

"Ahhh..." An awkward pause as the translator is painfully literal with it's translation, "I...don't think I'm morally or sexually deviant..." He offers a shrug, palms up, and one of those polite smiles that says, 'I only kinda know what you're talking about.'"

"Why can't you? We have several medics now, I bet you could find someone willing." He seems to consider a moment. "Actually, I should really talk to a medic myself and brush up on my anatomy."

"Yeah, we'll figure it out." What does one get for a giant medical robot?

"Ah, few hundred years. Long enough for me to never have set foot on a planet before this one." Being a spacer your whole life kind of blows.

She quirks a smile.

"Just teasing you, sorry."

Not a bad idea, actually...

"Yeah, maybe I'll talk to First Aid about it or something. He's pretty nice."

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