[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.))

Comments

[sword_redemption]

Well, he'd promised he'd come. And Vandal had needed--though he seriously doubted she wouldn't have made it here one her own--a ride.

Now that he's here, though, all he feels is entirely out of his element. Streamers,pavilions, an entire table of stuff he's never seen; it all just reminds him how little he knows of peace.

Still, he wants to learn.

He has no clue how, so he settles himself off to one side, wishing he'd thought to grab the weak, medical grade emerging from Vandal.

[raceme]

Not only you are someone Blurr knows but he was also worried about you drift. So, five nanoclicks after Blurr notices you he's at your side. Superspeed and all that.

"Drift!Areyoufeelingbetter?"

[sword_redemption]

"I'm fine.". The smile may be a bit unconvincing, but the voice is pretty firm : Drift doesn't want to talk about it.

"I heard you got into a scrape with Starscream." Which was a much better topic, as far as he was concerned.

[raceme]

"I'm glad to hear that." Blurr might talk a lot but he's also good at listening (He wouldn't be an intelligent agent if that weren't the case); and he can tell by the tone of voice that is better not to discuss the subject further. He just smile.

"I..ehm...which one?" Because he got in trouble with two of them practically at the same time. Oops.

[sword_redemption]

....wut?

"What do you mean 'which one'?" His optics narrow. "How many Starscreams were there when Wing showed up?"

[raceme]

"Ohjustone." Blurr has the decency to look embarrassed. "But he wasn't the same Starscream that cut off my arm."

[littlecrowgirl]

Oh, you're a new one. Kay spots Drift wandering around the party, looking almost completely lost in the setting. But it's not his behavior that gets her attention. No no, what REALLY snags her interest are the little white protrusions coming out of your head, Drift.

You heard right. YOUR HELM is what's really important here.

"Oh gosh, you look just like a bunny!"

Don't mind her, she's a bit special.

[sword_redemption]

"I...what?" This was new. He looks down to the small human, confused.

[littlecrowgirl]

Her hands reach up to her head, holding them upright by her ears and wiggling her fingers down and up all at once.

"Your ears! They look like a cute little bunny rabbit!"

[sword_redemption]

My. Ears? Drift blinks. Ooooookay. He's not quite sure how to respond to this, puzzling at it for a long moment, before he suddenly bursts out laughing. "You should see Cyclonus's, then."

[littlecrowgirl]

Her hands move down to her lips again, all ears. This is just a wealth of information right now. Like you just found the COOLEST SHOW EVER and keep finding new pages on the wiki.

"Cyclonus? Are his bigger than yours?"

[namesnotprowl]

Wallflowers? Well, that simply won't do. Barricade smoothly grabs a cube from the stock as he walks over, offering it when he finally comes to a stop in front of the other mech. Primaxian, he can tell, at least; one of the versions of the timestream he'd had the best luck with in the past at that.

"Looking a little uncomfortable here, darlin'. Anything I c'n help with?"

[sword_redemption]

D-darlin'?

Drift blinks.

"I'm fine," that's like his own personal mantra, lately. But it's also terrible small talk. "Are your having a good time?". Laaaaame, but he's trying.

[namesnotprowl]

He hasn't really even bothered explaining the pet names around here.

Ah well. Maybe someday.

"I am; been a while since the mechs I was around indulged in parties. Felt like I oughta share my good mood a bit." He shifts the cube over to his right hand, offering his left instead for a shake. "Barricade. And you're Drift, right?"

[sword_redemption]

"Not really a lot of parties where I'm from. War sort of does that. Unless you count Swerve's bar, but that just had engex. None of this other stuff.". He waves a hand, to take in all the decorations, the music, everything.

"Barricade.". He pauses, looking at the outstretched hand, tentatively offering his. "Yes. I'm Drift. I know Wing.".

[namesnotprowl]

"Can be a touch weird t'get used to again, yeah. Still, not exactly a bad thing, the parties. Means things're peaceful enough for it." Not that Barricade is ever entirely see what to do with peace in the first place. It's all a touch weird.

He takes that hand, giving it a firm shake and offering a grin. "Friend of our gracious host, then. Sure he'll be glad t'see you."

[winged_knight]

"Drift." Wing's standing there, all summery and pleased, cube in hand, perhaps a little bit closer than your average casual party-goer would. "It's good to see you."

"And thank you for bringing Vandal, I would have been concerned if she'd tried to come on her own."

He tilts his head, "Can I get you something?"

[sword_redemption]

Drift manages a weak, but sincere smile. "I promised I'd come. And Vandal needed a break from Medibay.". He knows how that is. Solidarity for the Bad Patients!

He shakes his head, just trying to imagine what energon would do. Ouch. "No, I'm fine, thanks.". And it is time to change the subject! "Everything looks beautiful.".

Especially Wing, so happy his optics glow.

[winged_knight]

Wing affectionately returns the smile. "She certainly seems to be happy to get out and about a little."

He nods, not wanting to press the matter. "Thank you. I...well, I thought maybe I'd gotten a little carried away! I really didn't expect so many people..."

[sword_redemption]

"She's...," he struggles for a word. Nice? Not really. She's sharp and fragile at the same time, hard and also friendly. 'Nice' doesn't cover any of that. "She's good."

"And getting out a bit will do her better than sitting in the Medibay." Though he is keeping an optic out for Ratchet.

"But you're not displeased so many showed up. It's a new start, Wing, for all of us. Maybe some of us get it."

[winged_knight]

He nods, because Vandal is not one of those people you can sum up in one word.

"She's too much the active type, she'd get herself into more trouble just trying to entertain herself if she stayed in Medibay." He leans in, conspiratorially, "At least that's what I'm telling Ratchet when he asks."

"No, not displeased in the least! I'm..." And then Drift's words really hit home. Because it's true. And a different kind of smile breaks across his face. One full of hope. "Yes. Yes it is. You're right. For all of us."

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

Miko had noticed the guy sitting all alone over to the side and was quite interested in who he was. So she had done what she always does, she wandered over, a twinkie from the snack table in hand, to go introduce herself...

"Hi, what are you doing all alone over here?" ... in probably the least polite way ever.

[sword_redemption]

Right now, what Drift is doing is staring longingly at the table of energon. He's hungry but he knows if he has any, he'll be curled up in pain for cycles.

So he jumps a bit guiltily at the small human's question. "Me? Nothing. Just looking.". True enough.

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

She decides to stop a little bit away from him, not out of fear but because she wasn't sure if he jumped cause she snuck up on him, or because he didn't want her around. Not that she was going to go away.

"Why not come join everyone at the party."

[sword_redemption]

"I....uh, we don't really do parties where I'm from." It's a bit of a confession. He has no idea what to do.